Organizing Takkarash Creation

[all_the_worlds_have]

As Ahrotahn inputs her last PM into her KI, a sudden door appears in front of her with a clap of displaced air.

Someone has cut the doorknob into a stylized rose.

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[all_the_worlds_have]

Ingram nods.

"Yes, essentially. I can see from your history that you've bumped against your ceiling already. Now, ask yourself what would have happened if you'd set a ten-minute lockout on your automatic backoff before trying that. That's the sort of problem that comes up with reckless users."

She steeples her hands.

"And then there's the additional lockout you've had custom-added to your model, which of course comes with its own, broader set of issues - what if something genuinely important comes up unexpectedly?"

[calledtoventure]

"I fully intend to be cautious with the lockouts. At a minimum, I'll never lock myself into anything I haven't done unlocked first."

She fidgets with the iron flower hooked into her chest. "As for the shape lock specifically... I can see how that could go badly. I'll be very careful." A pause. "Is it possible to set complex conditions for the end of the lockout, or to allow ending it early at some sort of a penalty? I wouldn't have expected it, but then I didn't expect the flavor library either."

[all_the_worlds_have]

The corner of Ingram's mouth curls up.

"Yes. We didn't need to spend extra time and effort just to put an extra timer on and copy over some spellwork. In fact, there's a rudimentary AI built into it now. It will even be capable of surprising you, if that's what you want."

[calledtoventure]

Ahrotahn raises her eyebrows. "That sounds like it would be reckless."

[all_the_worlds_have]

Eva shrugs.

"As I said, if. In any case, you seem reasonably appraised of the dangers. Would you care to have the waiver now?"

[calledtoventure]

"Yes, please."

[all_the_worlds_have]

The silver-haired woman snaps her fingers, and a single small form appears in her hands in a flash of green.

She checks the parchment over once, then turns it over to Ahrotahn, along with a brassy pen.

"Sign on the bottom line."

It appears to be a simple waiver disavowing any liability for OTC or its subsidiaries from improper use of its home Takkarash minting kits.

[calledtoventure]

Ahrotahn reads the form over carefully.

It seems to be on the level.

She signs.

[all_the_worlds_have]

Eva touches the contract, and it separates seamlessly into two duplicates, one of which vanishes as quickly as it appeared.

"Keep your own copy for your records. And now, I believe it's time for me to show you what your Takkarash have bought you."

She walks over to the desk, and taps its surface a few times. When she steps away, a small, lacquered-mahogany box is sitting on the crystalline desktop.

"Would you like to, or shall I?"

[calledtoventure]

"I'd like to."

She opens the box.

The kit is gorgeous.

Resting on the red silk lining is a sharp-edged black rose, not on a chain but a thorny vine of the same black iron. As she lifts it out of the box, the vine branches and extends into a tangled bramble, spreading over her hands and up her arms to form long black gloves that bite deep into her flesh.

As she hangs the pendant around her neck, a pair of vines snake up her sleeves to join the central rose.

Ahrotahn beams. "Thank you. It's perfect."

[all_the_worlds_have]

Ingram smiles.

"OTC is here to please. If you ever need anything else, please, don't hesitate to call on me."

She pulls a crisp green business-card from her sleeve. Gold letters spell out: Evangeline Ingram, Local Branch Manager.

"Just hold this and think of me if you ever want to make another purchase in person."

[calledtoventure]

Ahrotahn stands and accepts the card. "Thank you."

If there doesn't seem to be anything else, Ahrotahn will go back out through the door.

[all_the_worlds_have]

Ingram settles in back behind her desk. As the door closes, it shatters into thousands of tiny black splinters, which in turn evaporate into smoke.

[calledtoventure]

And she's home.