The sound of his phone alarm, and the phone itself vibrating against the wooden side table it rested on had him groaning. Blindly he reached out for it, yawning as he made contact and lifted his head to shut down the blasted thing. It wasn’t early by any stretch, but his days often ran into late nights so he hoped the world didn’t hold it against him. Eh screw the world. Rolling over he moved to sit, black sheets pooling at his waste before being kicked off entirely as he crawled out of bed. Showering and what not were seen to with practiced timing, dressing and wolfing down an energy bar as he headed out to start his day. --- “Can I see that one?” He questioned, pointing at another diamond bracelet in the jeweler’s display case, himself the perfect imagine of a late twenty something year old, clean shaven with raven hair intentionally messy and just shy of falling into his storm gray eyes. He wore a backpack which along with his college shirt and nice jeans completed the image of some lovestruck yuppie looking for gifts. “Of course, now this one is 14 karat white gold with white and blue diamond settings.” “It’s beautiful.” He offered, examining the piece. --- “I’d like to sell this.” He stated, pulling the bracelet out of his pocket, now wearing a baseball cap. Of course it wasn’t the actual bracelet but that didn’t matter. It would be inspected by the pawn shop dealer and he’d be offered $500 on what retailed for four times that amount. He’d take it and be happy, never cause a stir. --- His other business ventures operated much the same way, Liam Nix-has his current forged driver’s license stated, was a man of many talents. He had power beyond compare so far as he knew, he didn’t actively seek out information about what he was, what was happening to others like him, or what the government or private sectors had to say-seeking out information was just asking for trouble. What he knew from the newscasts, playing in the various electronic store windows, as that compared to what was known about his kind, even among those just like him-he was something else entirely. So what did Liam, Matter maker and unmaker, Replicator and Remove, do? He pawned replicated jewelry and sold a never ending supply of weed and other less than legal vices to New York’s seedier side. Tonight would be no different from any other, so he assumed.