No and asking Charity for silverware because you want a demon possessed car partly out of noblese oblige towards the demon probably would not go well.
Green Flame Rising (Exalted vs Dresden Files)
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No and asking Charity for silverware because you want a demon possessed car partly out of noblese oblige towards the demon probably would not go well.
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
We could likely still make very fancy jewelry using more base metals. It might not be as expensive, but in some ways making fancy designs in stainless steel is more impressive.
Red beryl - Wikipedia
Painite - Wikipedia
Top 15 Most Expensive Gemstones In The World - Geology Page
Most Expensive Gemstones In The World, Blue Diamond - $3.93 million per carat, Jadeite - $3 million per carat, Pink Diamond - $1.19 million
www.geologypage.com
Is it?
As long as we havent actually travelled abroad....
Tanzanite is a form of zoisite, and zoisite is very much synthetically made.
Anyway, like I said?
Cultured pearls are grown in farms. Presumably we can make those.
If not, aside from diamonds, emeralds, rubies and sapphires? Opals are synthetically made.
Problem as I see it is that jewelry takes time to move, unlike loose stones.
Not really a short term thing to do.
Remember that a carat is 0.2 grams.
A kilogram/2.2 pounds of lab grown diamonds, at the price you've quoted, would be roughly 10 million dollars.
Even at 70% off, thats still 3 mill. For the equivalent of 3 cans of Coke.
Brass. We work in brass. We have to work in brass. I see it now.
[X] Legally, you need some way to get a few thousand dollars fast
-[X] Have Black Rider imitate some malfunctions, like a misfired airbag to lower valuation of the car. Ideally during the auction.
-[X] Make some gems, you are sure you can find a buyer
--[X} Use excellency, tool transcending constructs, boiling sea mastery to make the gems
--[X] Get Cyberdevils to check markets and research papers to see what kind, including both material and cut, of synthetic gems is the most profitable to make right now, and what known technique, even if normally completely impractible and hard to scale, produces said gems the fastest
--[X] Make an electronically controlled lock for the workshop, slaved to your phone. Have Clippy promise not to let you out until you make 10 carat worth of artificial gems. Have them renew the promise after each batch of gems until you get enough gems.
--[X] Contact Lydia to ask if her father or lawyer can help you with selling perfectly legal, if hard to explain synthetic gems
---[X} Stunt: You turn away from the arcane machinery arrayed around you, in which artificial gems form from the glow of nearly empty space, grow in various bubbling vats, are cut into perfect shape with nanometer scale precisions, and fiddle with your phone, careful not to let your wet hair tough the dynamic: "Lydia, hi! How are you? Everything ok after you got home? Sorry to bother you so soon after our last adventure, but does your dad, or maybe his lawyer, know how to find buyers for unusual items, like artificial gems? Also, would you want to go to a police auction with me? I wanted to buy out a demonically possessed car. Don't worry, it's one of my loyal demons."
--[X] Use 1/4th of the gems made to make jewelry - rings, earpieces, studs, necklaces, etc. Use brass for the metal
---[X] Stunt: the human escaping your lips as you fashion brass and gems into pieces of art transcending boundaries of mortal craftsmanship is not a real melody you know. It is something from the depths of your mind, brought forth by how right it feels to fashion brass. In your mind, Usum agrees, offering advice on details of aesthetics.
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Which is why I added making only 1/4th of the gems into jewelry. I want Molly to try. If nothing else, we could give the lewelry piece to the reseller as a payment for moving the gems. Whoever the reseller ends up being.
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fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
It's a good thing that we generally forge stuff using targeted radiation rather than fire or there might have been some conflicts with trying to keep the area cold.
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I wouldnt bother.
Thats the sort of thing you do at leisure, not when you are trying to raise five or six figures in four days.
Time spent on experimental jewelry that might sell could be spent on making more base gems thats guaranteed to sell.
Thats my two cents.
They might, if they had any additional problems not already solved by summoning.
Not sure if it covers spirits.
They do not need it as they do not have any chronic mental of physical issues or needs that have to be addressed. Physically of course they do not have bodies and mentally they are generally at peace with what they are. It is when you have a CoD with a divided nature like say a White Court vampire or a ghoul that the charm shines.
I feel that we can afford this, most likely. With everything stacked on top of each other, we could probably afford it. And with our likely successes, we are likely to produce beyond-Faberge quality jewelry. If Lydia can't help move the gems, we could use it for payment to Gard / Odin.
No, seriously, sub-zero temperatures. Bonus dice is good.
Sure, but how? I obviously want to add WHWH, but how do we do it? The time spend crafting a freezer-grade air conditioner and installing it is the time we aren't making gems. We can't afford it right now, I think. When we aren't pressed for time, yes, obviously.
Unless you have some idea of how we can do it, like buying a lot of ice bags.
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Oh, wait, I am an idiot.
[X] Legally, you need some way to get a few thousand dollars fast
-[X] Have Black Rider imitate some malfunctions, like a misfired airbag to lower valuation of the car. Ideally during the auction.
-[X] Make some gems, you are sure you can find a buyer
--[X} Use excellency, tool transcending constructs, boiling sea mastery to make the gems
--[X] Get Cyberdevils to check markets and research papers to see what kind, including both material and cut, of synthetic gems is the most profitable to make right now, and what known technique, even if normally completely impractible and hard to scale, produces said gems the fastest
--[X] Make an electronically controlled lock for the workshop, slaved to your phone. Have Clippy promise not to let you out until you make 10 carat worth of artificial gems. Have them renew the promise after each batch of gems until you get enough gems.
--[X] Contact Lydia to ask if her father or lawyer can help you with selling perfectly legal, if hard to explain synthetic gems
---[X} Stunt: You turn away from the arcane machinery arrayed around you, in which artificial gems form from the glow of nearly empty space, grow in various bubbling vats, are cut into perfect shape with nanometer scale precisions, and fiddle with your phone, careful not to let your wet hair tough the dynamic: "Lydia, hi! How are you? Everything ok after you got home? Sorry to bother you so soon after our last adventure, but does your dad, or maybe his lawyer, know how to find buyers for unusual items, like artificial gems? Also, would you want to go to a police auction with me? I wanted to buy out a demonically possessed car. Don't worry, it's one of my loyal demons."
--[X] Use 1/4th of the gems made to make jewelry - rings, earpieces, studs, necklaces, etc. Use brass for the metal
---[X] Stunt: the hum escaping your lips as you fashion brass and gems into pieces of art transcending boundaries of mortal craftsmanship is not a real melody you know. It is something from the depths of your mind, brought forth by how right it feels to fashion brass. In your mind, Usum agrees, offering advice on details of aesthetics.
Added WHWH setup, and slightly modified the stunt, so our hair is wet with machine oil, so it can be wet at subzero temperatures.
in total, we should be at:
(Intelligence + Craft)X2 + 2 stunt dice = (4+3)*2 + 2= 16 dice
Assuming standard difficulty of 7, we should be operating at 7-3 CCC - 1 BSM = difficulty 3. We should be rolling at above 10 successes for this.
Plus there might be bonuses from using cyberdevils to optimize the techniques we are using.
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Oh yeah, I suppose walking on water could be a bit of a conversation starter in the most Catholic household in North America.
In that context I'm surprised that Molly didn't have a stronger reaction herself.
That would work.
Tool-Transcending Constructs could be used to very rapidly construct blocks of ice in arbitrary shapes in arbitrary amounts.
I wonder if Molly is watching Naruto. It should be airing right now in USA (it started on September 10, 2005). We could totally visit a 2007 Anime Central in full shintai glory.
Oh yeah, I suppose walking on water could be a bit of a conversation starter in the most Catholic household in North America.
In that context I'm surprised that Molly didn't have a stronger reaction herself.
Walking on water is not something she can do an independent act, it's simply a facet of the fact that bodies of water cannot hurt her anymore and are obedient to her will. The connection did not really occur to her.
It would as you imagine look different from the outside.
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I would disagree.
We can make jewelry. That has never been in doubt; we're an Exalted crafter. It is not, however, in our control what the demand for custom brass jewelry is, as opposed to brandname gold/silver jewelry by some longtime jewelry maker. And mid-summer is a bad time for jewelry anyway, with peak demand being around Christmas and Valentine.
It's a diversion of effort for no gain.
Civilian home. And rooms arent airtight.
If there's an outside smithy sure. But not in the same house everyone else is living in.
Maybe if you tried the treehouse, but I dont think CCC would work there.
Well that will be a fun revelation when she does notice it.
As an aside, just how much liquid is needed to keep BSM active as a difficulty reducer? If we set up some boots to keep Molly's feet wet while otherwise looking like normal shoes would that be enough to use it constantly?
Pouring a bottle of water on your head is explicitly enough.
As is being covered in blood.
Its more about surface area covered than quantity.
Unfortunately it would take impractically high boots to get you over the threshold on their own.
Not exactly a civilian uome, but fair point. Removed this from the vote.
I feel that the quality of the lewelry would speak for itself and significantly increase the gem monetary value. It might take a bit longer to sale, but it would work as a gift / payment for reseller, if nothing else.
This basically, you need a large surface area so just the boots will not cover it.
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I've seen a lot of discussion about selling the artificial gemstones, but I don't think anyone has mentioned the possibility of offloading them to a supernatural faction, such as the White Council. Aren't gemstones of all sorts extremely valuable as part of foci creation and other enchantments? I know Harry was circumspect about selling his bag of diamonds looted from the Underworld, but he had really good reasons to obscure their origins.
A bunch of artificial gemstones with no connections to Hades could probably be moved much more easily.
A bunch of artificial gemstones with no connections to Hades could probably be moved much more easily.
Its a civilian home with 5 out of 7 children under 13, and 3 under 10.
Very much a civilian home, and one where safety must be considered before doing anything.
Note: In addition to whats inside the house itself, the Carpenters canonically converted a freestanding garage into a workshop:
The whatsit went down, and I had to hope that it wasn't bright enough to play possum: The Carpenter children were screaming.
I whirled around, readying the rod again, and didn't have a clear shot. One of the white-furred creatures was running hard after Daniel, Molly's oldest brother. He'd begun to fill out, and he ran with his fingers locked on the back of the coats of little Harry and Hope, the youngest children, carrying them like luggage.
He gained the door with the creature not ten feet behind him, its wicked-looking horns lowered as it charged. Daniel went through the door and kicked it shut with his foot, never slowing down, and the creature slammed into it head-on.
I hadn't realized that Michael had installed all-steel, wood-paneled security doors on his home, just as I had on mine. The creature probably would have pulverized a wooden door. Instead it slammed its head into the steel door, horns leading the way, and drove a foot-deep dent into it.
And then it lurched away, letting out a burbling shriek of pain. Smoke rose from its horns, and it staggered back, swatting at them with its three-fingered, clawed hands. There weren't many things that reacted to the touch of steel like that.
The other two whatsits had divided their attention. One was pursuing Charity, who was carrying little Amanda and running like hell for the workshop Michael had converted from a freestanding garage. The other was charging Molly, who had pushed Alicia and Matthew behind her.
There wasn't time enough to help both groups, and even less to waste over the moral dilemma of a difficult choice.
I turned the rod on the beastie chasing Charity and let it have it. The blast hit it in the small of its back and knocked it from its hooves. It flew sideways, slamming into the wall of the workshop, and Charity dashed through the door with her daughter.
I turned my blasting rod back to the other creature, but I already knew that I wouldn't be in time. The creature lowered its horns and closed on Molly and her siblings before I could line up for another shot.
"Molly!" I screamed.
My apprentice seized Alicia's and Matthew's hands, gasped out a word, and all three of them abruptly vanished.
The creature's charge carried it past the space they'd been in, though something I couldn't see struck its hoof and sent it staggering. It wheeled around at full speed, kicking up snow as it did, and I felt a sudden, fierce surge of exaltation and pride. The grasshopper might not be able to put up a decent shield, but she could do veils like they were going out of style, and she'd kept her focus and her wits about her.
The creature slowed, head sweeping, and then it saw the snow being disturbed by invisible feet, moving toward the house. It bawled out another unworldly cry and went after them, and I didn't dare risk another blast of flame-not with the Carpenters' house in the line of fire. So instead I lifted my right hand, triggered one of the triple-layered rings on it with my will, and sent a burst of raw force at the whatsit.
The unseen energy struck it in the knees, throwing its legs out from under it with such strength that its head slammed into the snow. The disturbance in the snow rushed around toward the front door of the house. Molly must have realized that the deformation of the security door would make it difficult, if not impossible, to open, and once again I felt fierce approval.
But it faded rather rapidly when the whatsit that had been playing possum behind me slammed into the small of my back like a sulfur-and-rotten-egg-driven locomotive.
The horns hit hard and it hurt like hell, but the defensive magic on my long black leather duster kept them from impaling me. The impact knocked the wind out of me, snapped my head back sharply, and flung me to the snow. Everything got confusing for a second, and then I realized that it was standing over me, ripping at the back of my neck with its claws. I hunched my shoulders and rolled, only to be kicked in the nose by a cloven hoof, and an utterly gratuitous amount of pain came with a side order of whirling stars.
I kept trying to get away, but my motions were sluggish, and the whatsit was faster than me.
Charity stepped out of the workshop with a steel-hafted ball-peen hammer in her left hand, and a heavy-duty contractor's nail gun in her right.
She lifted the nail gun from ten feet away and started pulling the trigger as she walked forward. It made phut-phut-phut sounds, and the already seared whatsit started screaming in pain. It leapt up wildly, twisting in agonized gyrations in midair, and fell to the snow, thrashing. I saw heavy nails sticking up out of its back, and the smoking wounds were bleeding green-white fire.
It tried to run, but I managed to kick its hooves out from under it before it could regain its footing.
Charity whirled the hammer in a vertical stroke, letting out a sharp cry as she did, and the steel head of the tool smashed open the whatsit's skull. The wound erupted with greyish matter and more green-white fire, and the creature twitched once before it went still, its body being consumed by the eerie flame.
I stood up, blasting rod still in hand, and found the remaining beasties wounded but mobile, their yellow, rectangular-pupiled eyes glaring in hate and hunger.
I ditched the blasting rod and picked up a steel-headed snow shovel that had been left lying next to one of the children's snow forts. Charity raised her nail gun, and we began walking toward them.
Whatever these things were, they didn't have the stomach for a fight against mortals armed with cold steel. They shuddered as if they had been a single being, then turned and bounded away into the night.
I stood there, panting and peering around me. I had to spit blood out of my mouth every few breaths. My nose felt like someone had superglued a couple of live coals to it. Little silver wires of pain ran all through my neck, from the whiplash of getting hit from behind, and the small of my back felt like one enormous bruise.
"Are you all right?" Charity asked.
"Faeries," I muttered. "Why did it have to be faeries?"
I whirled around, readying the rod again, and didn't have a clear shot. One of the white-furred creatures was running hard after Daniel, Molly's oldest brother. He'd begun to fill out, and he ran with his fingers locked on the back of the coats of little Harry and Hope, the youngest children, carrying them like luggage.
He gained the door with the creature not ten feet behind him, its wicked-looking horns lowered as it charged. Daniel went through the door and kicked it shut with his foot, never slowing down, and the creature slammed into it head-on.
I hadn't realized that Michael had installed all-steel, wood-paneled security doors on his home, just as I had on mine. The creature probably would have pulverized a wooden door. Instead it slammed its head into the steel door, horns leading the way, and drove a foot-deep dent into it.
And then it lurched away, letting out a burbling shriek of pain. Smoke rose from its horns, and it staggered back, swatting at them with its three-fingered, clawed hands. There weren't many things that reacted to the touch of steel like that.
The other two whatsits had divided their attention. One was pursuing Charity, who was carrying little Amanda and running like hell for the workshop Michael had converted from a freestanding garage. The other was charging Molly, who had pushed Alicia and Matthew behind her.
There wasn't time enough to help both groups, and even less to waste over the moral dilemma of a difficult choice.
I turned the rod on the beastie chasing Charity and let it have it. The blast hit it in the small of its back and knocked it from its hooves. It flew sideways, slamming into the wall of the workshop, and Charity dashed through the door with her daughter.
I turned my blasting rod back to the other creature, but I already knew that I wouldn't be in time. The creature lowered its horns and closed on Molly and her siblings before I could line up for another shot.
"Molly!" I screamed.
My apprentice seized Alicia's and Matthew's hands, gasped out a word, and all three of them abruptly vanished.
The creature's charge carried it past the space they'd been in, though something I couldn't see struck its hoof and sent it staggering. It wheeled around at full speed, kicking up snow as it did, and I felt a sudden, fierce surge of exaltation and pride. The grasshopper might not be able to put up a decent shield, but she could do veils like they were going out of style, and she'd kept her focus and her wits about her.
The creature slowed, head sweeping, and then it saw the snow being disturbed by invisible feet, moving toward the house. It bawled out another unworldly cry and went after them, and I didn't dare risk another blast of flame-not with the Carpenters' house in the line of fire. So instead I lifted my right hand, triggered one of the triple-layered rings on it with my will, and sent a burst of raw force at the whatsit.
The unseen energy struck it in the knees, throwing its legs out from under it with such strength that its head slammed into the snow. The disturbance in the snow rushed around toward the front door of the house. Molly must have realized that the deformation of the security door would make it difficult, if not impossible, to open, and once again I felt fierce approval.
But it faded rather rapidly when the whatsit that had been playing possum behind me slammed into the small of my back like a sulfur-and-rotten-egg-driven locomotive.
The horns hit hard and it hurt like hell, but the defensive magic on my long black leather duster kept them from impaling me. The impact knocked the wind out of me, snapped my head back sharply, and flung me to the snow. Everything got confusing for a second, and then I realized that it was standing over me, ripping at the back of my neck with its claws. I hunched my shoulders and rolled, only to be kicked in the nose by a cloven hoof, and an utterly gratuitous amount of pain came with a side order of whirling stars.
I kept trying to get away, but my motions were sluggish, and the whatsit was faster than me.
Charity stepped out of the workshop with a steel-hafted ball-peen hammer in her left hand, and a heavy-duty contractor's nail gun in her right.
She lifted the nail gun from ten feet away and started pulling the trigger as she walked forward. It made phut-phut-phut sounds, and the already seared whatsit started screaming in pain. It leapt up wildly, twisting in agonized gyrations in midair, and fell to the snow, thrashing. I saw heavy nails sticking up out of its back, and the smoking wounds were bleeding green-white fire.
It tried to run, but I managed to kick its hooves out from under it before it could regain its footing.
Charity whirled the hammer in a vertical stroke, letting out a sharp cry as she did, and the steel head of the tool smashed open the whatsit's skull. The wound erupted with greyish matter and more green-white fire, and the creature twitched once before it went still, its body being consumed by the eerie flame.
I stood up, blasting rod still in hand, and found the remaining beasties wounded but mobile, their yellow, rectangular-pupiled eyes glaring in hate and hunger.
I ditched the blasting rod and picked up a steel-headed snow shovel that had been left lying next to one of the children's snow forts. Charity raised her nail gun, and we began walking toward them.
Whatever these things were, they didn't have the stomach for a fight against mortals armed with cold steel. They shuddered as if they had been a single being, then turned and bounded away into the night.
I stood there, panting and peering around me. I had to spit blood out of my mouth every few breaths. My nose felt like someone had superglued a couple of live coals to it. Little silver wires of pain ran all through my neck, from the whiplash of getting hit from behind, and the small of my back felt like one enormous bruise.
"Are you all right?" Charity asked.
"Faeries," I muttered. "Why did it have to be faeries?"
With TLF, she should be immune to hypercapnia and suffocation.
The problem I see is that Im not sure its possible to stack BSM and subzero temperatures.
And the difficulty reduction of BSM is more valuable than the 2 dice of subzero temps.
The buyer is getting jewels at a fraction of market price.
If there's an intermediary being used, he gets paid a fraction of the take in cash, as is customary. Neither of them need custom jewelry, especially not custom brass jewelry. Brass tarnishes in moist air.
If we are giving jewelry gifts, we have friends and family members to do so to at our leisure.
This is a diversion of effort that could be used in actually increasing the monetary pot.
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