The lack of anything happening was only getting him more and more on edge. Things NEVER went smoothly for him. He couldn't even go out for lunch without something interfering. He lived with the curse 'may your life be interesting,' given to him by a hateful hag, or at least it felt like it. Still, despite the website constantly crashing, he had managed to get a ballpark idea on how much he could charge for the 'monster hunting assistance kits' which would give him a figure on how much they were worth. Not an insignificant chunk of change, it turned out, especially if he used quality metals and power cores so they didn't break quickly. The cores were going to be a problem though, he didn't have many on hand, only needing about a dozen for most situations. So he was spending most of today making quality power cores, though about an hour before he was due to meet with Ghost again, he finished the current core, having made nearly two dozen over six hours, and his right hand hurt. He then got to work on a couple items he had thought up while waiting for the meeting, specifically to deal with Fae that felt like attacking him when he had time to entrench.<br/><br/>He got cleaned up, dressed in his armor, and hooked the mobile magic/psionic negation device to the webbing, slung his electrogun, and then went to meet with Ghost. Outside her room, he slapped his hand against the wall on either side of the door, and then went in.