[When it comes to different matters in the IPC, sometimes a crossing of paths should be expected. The Intelligentsia Guild hardly works with the Strategic Investment Department unless asked, and in this case, well. It's an interesting conundrum, all things considered. A local planet's resources have suddenly flourished once again almost overnight- this wouldn't be so unusual in most cases, but this planet in particular has been essentially dead for over three hundred years.
It warrants investigation at the least, and a future investment should the supply prove to be consistent and profitable for the future. Unfortunately, the natives aren't exactly friendly with outsiders, let alone members of the IPC. It's taken quite a bit of bargaining to even let them dock in a city that won't outright throw them out at first sight.
Normally, Diamond would send Aventurine on something like this, but Diamond also knows that despite the Sigonian's incredible luck, this is still a tricky investment to pull off. Besides, the gambler is currently focusing on another task- so instead, the job gets handed down to a non-Stoneheart, a man by the name of Sunday.
Aventurine has spoken of Sunday offhandedly as "that one guy who keeps turning down Diamond's request to join the Stonehearts," a Halovian who doesn't seem to really fit in, in terms of other IPC members. While not a loner by any means, Sunday is still professional and cordial, and often the one sent to deal with the more... complicated investments the department has. Jade has even placed bets with Pearl sometimes to see if the man can wrangle any potential issues towards the IPC's favor.
And so upon receiving the job, a request for someone from the Intelligentsia Guild is made. One Dr. Veritas Ratio is sent as the representative to both meet Sunday as well as accompany him in this endeavor, the Halovian proving to be quick and efficient in providing information and queries if asked. Overall, the arrangement is rather painless and the trip is scheduled without any delays.
When the time comes for the two of them to meet, Sunday offers a cordial and polite hand over his chest, nodding his head in a greeting. Despite not being extremely social, Sunday would be remiss to not at least know of Ratio's feats and his genius, both of which will be greatly appreciated here. He shows a great amount of respect in his actions and words, taking the time to explain if needed, and people-watching when he's free.
Still, there is a moment during their travel where he turns back to Dr. Ratio, intrigue clear across his face.]
Before we arrive at the docks, might I ask for your thoughts on this entire matter? On this planet's sudden new turn of life, so to speak? [Said with no malice but a tinge of curiosity, as Sunday himself truly feels there's something going on that they aren't aware of just yet.
He might as well gauge to see where they both are in terms of expectations.]
That does not mean, of course, that he is bereft of the opportunity to work with other people: a side effect of the source of his funding is the requirement to go on travels, as it were, to use his expertise in a variety of ways, outside the classroom and inside investment instead. The chance to work with someone outside his usual gambling companion is not unwelcome; the scholars do say that familiarity breeds contempt, and having some measure of relief from his endless chattering might be something to ease his migraines.
The travel to the planet provides something of a scientific novelty, bursting back to life with some unknown phenomena. Ratio has some theories, of course, budding already without having stepped foot on the surface, but it will take thorough investigation for him to discover the concrete cause - he is not one to leave a job half-finished, and he intends to have a well-written, suitably in-depth assessment of it completed by the time they are due to leave their destination and return to their respective jobs.
Sunday is, at least, a suitable companion. He asks question where necessary, seeking knowledge, and that garners Ratio's approval more than anything else: he will always respect those who seek to ease their ignorance with new knowledge, and he has an instinctive urge to grade the other man on his answers and theories. He manages to bite his tongue, but it is a barely-there phenomenon for a man more accustomed to sticking his foot in his mouth, metaphorically, than anything else.
Tilting his head, he frowns as he gazes out towards the landscape in front of them, he considers the question. ]
I have some theories, but nothing that can be proven with any form of evidence just yet. [ Which is fine. That is what they are here for: to learn, to understand, to create concrete fact. ] Something such as this suggests the work of an outside force, but it has not caused destruction to echo in its wake. Instead, it is a bountiful reward, therefore I imagine it to be something a little more...
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It warrants investigation at the least, and a future investment should the supply prove to be consistent and profitable for the future. Unfortunately, the natives aren't exactly friendly with outsiders, let alone members of the IPC. It's taken quite a bit of bargaining to even let them dock in a city that won't outright throw them out at first sight.
Normally, Diamond would send Aventurine on something like this, but Diamond also knows that despite the Sigonian's incredible luck, this is still a tricky investment to pull off. Besides, the gambler is currently focusing on another task- so instead, the job gets handed down to a non-Stoneheart, a man by the name of Sunday.
Aventurine has spoken of Sunday offhandedly as "that one guy who keeps turning down Diamond's request to join the Stonehearts," a Halovian who doesn't seem to really fit in, in terms of other IPC members. While not a loner by any means, Sunday is still professional and cordial, and often the one sent to deal with the more... complicated investments the department has. Jade has even placed bets with Pearl sometimes to see if the man can wrangle any potential issues towards the IPC's favor.
And so upon receiving the job, a request for someone from the Intelligentsia Guild is made. One Dr. Veritas Ratio is sent as the representative to both meet Sunday as well as accompany him in this endeavor, the Halovian proving to be quick and efficient in providing information and queries if asked. Overall, the arrangement is rather painless and the trip is scheduled without any delays.
When the time comes for the two of them to meet, Sunday offers a cordial and polite hand over his chest, nodding his head in a greeting. Despite not being extremely social, Sunday would be remiss to not at least know of Ratio's feats and his genius, both of which will be greatly appreciated here. He shows a great amount of respect in his actions and words, taking the time to explain if needed, and people-watching when he's free.
Still, there is a moment during their travel where he turns back to Dr. Ratio, intrigue clear across his face.]
Before we arrive at the docks, might I ask for your thoughts on this entire matter? On this planet's sudden new turn of life, so to speak? [Said with no malice but a tinge of curiosity, as Sunday himself truly feels there's something going on that they aren't aware of just yet.
He might as well gauge to see where they both are in terms of expectations.]
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That does not mean, of course, that he is bereft of the opportunity to work with other people: a side effect of the source of his funding is the requirement to go on travels, as it were, to use his expertise in a variety of ways, outside the classroom and inside investment instead. The chance to work with someone outside his usual gambling companion is not unwelcome; the scholars do say that familiarity breeds contempt, and having some measure of relief from his endless chattering might be something to ease his migraines.
The travel to the planet provides something of a scientific novelty, bursting back to life with some unknown phenomena. Ratio has some theories, of course, budding already without having stepped foot on the surface, but it will take thorough investigation for him to discover the concrete cause - he is not one to leave a job half-finished, and he intends to have a well-written, suitably in-depth assessment of it completed by the time they are due to leave their destination and return to their respective jobs.
Sunday is, at least, a suitable companion. He asks question where necessary, seeking knowledge, and that garners Ratio's approval more than anything else: he will always respect those who seek to ease their ignorance with new knowledge, and he has an instinctive urge to grade the other man on his answers and theories. He manages to bite his tongue, but it is a barely-there phenomenon for a man more accustomed to sticking his foot in his mouth, metaphorically, than anything else.
Tilting his head, he frowns as he gazes out towards the landscape in front of them, he considers the question. ]
I have some theories, but nothing that can be proven with any form of evidence just yet. [ Which is fine. That is what they are here for: to learn, to understand, to create concrete fact. ] Something such as this suggests the work of an outside force, but it has not caused destruction to echo in its wake. Instead, it is a bountiful reward, therefore I imagine it to be something a little more...
[ What is the word? His nose wrinkles. ]
Benevolent, if it must be said.