There's nothing to sell here, not like that. The currency that the multiverse trades in are time and deed.
[ she huffs, and he lets an exaggerated breath out through his nose. he holds dark nailed fingers to his wrist, and pushed up the heavy sleeve of his jacket. there's a bracelet around his wrist with a round jewel, catching the shadow as others would catch the light.
with a thought it comes to life, displaying what looks to be a holographic map in an array of images and words. there's a little blinking light on the map (which seems to be around the corner, from the looks of their coordinates). ]
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[ she huffs, and he lets an exaggerated breath out through his nose. he holds dark nailed fingers to his wrist, and pushed up the heavy sleeve of his jacket. there's a bracelet around his wrist with a round jewel, catching the shadow as others would catch the light.
with a thought it comes to life, displaying what looks to be a holographic map in an array of images and words. there's a little blinking light on the map (which seems to be around the corner, from the looks of their coordinates). ]
Tah-dah!