"I understand the regulations. I wrote many of them myself," suddenly becoming Jupiter's not-so-trusted right hand came with many more responsibilities. The new regulations had been written by Jupiter and himself over the last few years. They were iron clad and very clear about the punishments. There were no more loop holes or 'this might be okay under a certain circumstance'. It was getting to the point that any broken rule or law resulted in death. Jupiter was no longer willing to be kind to her children or subjects, "Money is no problem. I'll take care of all of it through my company. As far as anyone has to know, you're being paid to study the physical appearance of some mongrels to see what about them would be fitting in a lab created pet. All anyone will know about you is that you're possibly risking being locked away in Ceres accidentally to make the lives of those in Midas more comfortable. There is no law or slight rule against doing that."<br/><br/>It was difficult to answer the 'like Riki' question. It was no secret that he'd had some dislike towards Riki. For one, the mongrel had taken Iason away from his duties. If it hadn't of been for Riki, Iason would still be alive. Honestly, he would hate to have someone like Riki around him for all this, at least personality wise, but he also knew that only someone with a strong personality and willpower like Riki could handle it. He remembered a mongrel named Kirie with strange colored eyes that had been lured into Iason's game with Riki through Katze and Iason's doing. Kirie wasn't strong enough for it though. Instead he'd been turned into a mindless pet like many of the ones Raoul produced these days, "Like Riki in every way possible. More personality than appearance. If he's going to cover as furniture, then you obviously know the requirements. Beautiful and intelligent. The intelligence can be forged to an extent, but not completely," it would be easy enough to set whoever down in front of a computer for an hour or so for appearances sake.<br/><br/>"Unknown to most of the population, the gateway to Ceres is opened once a month for<em>sweeps</em>," part of Jupiter's new control over mongrels involved many being taken out of the system, "There is a sweep tomorrow night. The gate is only open for the guards to go in and to come back out. One mongrel for every three guards is allowed to be brought out for questioning," or whatever the guards decided to do with them before disposal. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out three security cards and placed them on the nearest table, "Three guard cards," Raoul assumed Katze was going to take the job if he was going to bring up the castration, "No castration. I've never really approved of that practice. Even if I do think that there's much to be said for celibacy..." that was a conversation for never.<br/><br/>"I have somewhere to go. I'll have a box sent to you tomorrow with the Furniture tag and IDs in it. They'll already be registered to me. If I'm alerted that the tag has been activated, then I'll come collect him the day after tomorrow. Tell him what you wish. I don't see many mongrels resisting the chance to at least get things back the way they were, if not better. If I'm not alerted, then so be it. I'll find someone else," even if he doubted he could trust them as much as Katze.<br/><br/>With that, Raoul made his way from the apartment of the red-headed ex-furniture and started the semi-long jounry back to the homes of the Elite. He wasn't lying when he said he had somewhere to be, but lately he'd been keeping his business private by not scheduling it. Few were willing to tell a Blondie, or any Elite, to come back later if the showed up unannounced.<br/><br/>Within an hour he standing outside the door of the Onyx known as Iskis Lain. He'd created a pet for Iskis a few months ago. Some of his best work in a long time. Raoul hated the thought that some of his best work was going to be rotting away in some dumpster in less than a year from now. He wondered if Iskis had even told his pet of the time limits. Likely not. Many that were told took the information badly.<br/><br/>That thought in mind, he pushed the small buzzer next to the door. He wasn't without manners when it came to other Elites.