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 Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 4:50 pm
This is the PRP Contracting/ Essence Spark Pickup RP for Neverland--xx
Location: Life Essentials shop
Weather: Dreary day, misty guzzle all through
Graficcha/EssentialShrimp will RP Miss Longway, Misha & Banning
Neverland--xx will RP Trystan (TBC, yee!)
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:08 pm
Trystan let another animalistic growl escape his throat. It had taken him all night to hunt down the instructions on how to get to the shop, and by the time he had gotten to sleep, the city was already waking up. Needless to say, he was not a very coordinated man. Luckily for him, there were no "play dates" that day, even though he had been contacted by quite a few interested customers a few minutes prior to his departure. Thankfully, even though he had gunned down his computer, he still had a mobile phone - and that would... well that would have to suffice for now. Stomping down the one of the streets, Trystan veered left surprisingly fast, a coy fox grin on his face when he heard some girls behind him squeak at his sudden disappearance.
Stopping in mid stomp, Trystan glanced around. "It should be here." He muttered to himself and shuffled forward, not in the best of moods to be interacting with other people. Running on little to no sleep, the half blind hitman took another good look around the location he was sent to as people filtered in and out all around him, one hand on his partially exposed hip bone. He hadn't taken the time to dress properly that day, and had instead opted for a black turtleneck top thats sleeved reached down to his elbows. A fashionable grungy design littered parts of the shirt. As such, it complimented his frame, as well as the beat up jeans and cowboy boots he had hoarded from someone who.... no longer needed them. All in all, somehow the outfit managed to compliment the aggravated adult.
After all, whoever said a hitman couldn't be stylish?
Locating a door stashed away amongst the busy street throughout the crowd, Trystan moved amongst the crowd, his rather egotistical aura making people watch him out of the corner of their eyes as he strode to the door. Looking at the sign, he narrowed his eyes into slits. "So this is where that idiot, Banning, lives..." He gritted, cursing the man inwardly for being the cause of his now broken computer, as well as his lack of sleep. Being the egomaniac he was, Trystan would never agree to the fact that shooting his laptop had been his fault.
Sighing, The man nudged open the door with his foot and shoulder and stepped in - though the look on his face and the disposition he put off wasn't something that looked any sort of welcoming. On top of that, his messenger bag clanked threateningly against his side, the things stowed inside not of a very innocent nature. On top of that, with a knife in his boot and a gun hidden, Trystan was not someone many people wanted to mess with. Especially with a lack of sleep on the irritated mans behalf. That just made it seem like they were asking for Trystan to bite their heads off. Glancing around the shop, Trystan grinned a bit. Oh well.
They had called him anyways. It was their own damn fault.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:44 pm
It was a good thing Misha was out on a job now. There was no telling how the young Essentic would've reacted to such a... ravishing display of self-centeredness, let alone the fact he was a walking storage of the things the rabbit despised more than sour grapes: weapons.
Timka was on duty though, and somehow, even from the sound of the door, shunted open with a limb that wasn't an arm, she could already tell who it was. The man still had a few paces to go in the hallway that lead into the Lobby, and in the few seconds she had she quickly went over her registries to find his name. Ah yes, there we had it. Only a second after retrieving the ata and reading it in the blink of an eye, she snapped the steadily growing file close with a heavy wham.
By the time Trystan made it into the Lobby, she'd already left the sheltered position behind her desk and waltzed out into the open relaxedly. When he entered, she indulged in sizing him up with a slightly smug, amused smile, then raised her head to make eye contact.
"Welcome, mister Chevalier. We've been expecting you."
Hmhmm. Yes we have. She'd personally witnessed the young nerd Banning had hired for this execute his little spambot trick, and seeing that the technique has worked was, to say the least, entertaining. So, big boy, couldn't handle the datastream?
"I believe you have received our invitation? Feel free to send a note of complaints to the man in charge if his ways inconvenienced you in any way..."
Something about him made her wary of letting herself slip into her usual state of cheek though. For now she was just testing the waters, to see how far she could go with her relatively loose manner of conduct. her smile didn't fade, she wouldn't allow it to, but inwardly she was throwing rather violent curses at that insufferable eccentric... NOBLE of a man who passed as her employer. A lot of his strange propositions for possible candidates for their 'adoption' system had been odd, farfetched, even plain funny to consider, hadn't this been all about Essentics and illegal activities.
THIS one wasn't funny though, no. This was a man to be cautious around.
At least her contract included medical insurance.
Awaiting his reaction, and expecting at least some sort of crude retort, Timka kept up her unwavering eye-to-eye and was silent for a moment.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:00 pm
Snapping his head up from a slightly tilted position as the faint sound of foosteps grew from somewhere along the hallway, Trystan narrowed his eyes. His hand had flown to his messenger back, but he had to tame it down and remind himself that this wasn't an assignment. This was just a shop. So used to pulling his gun at any sort of sound whenever he was out of his house, Trystan scowled, pulling back his lips into a slight snarl before forcing himself to stop his antics so he looked at least.... not so intent on murder. That was hardly easy for him to do, considering his profession, and considering he was a man who usually shot people more often then they had a chance to shoot him.
Sizing up the girl almost as soon as she was before him, the hitman grimaced and pulled his lips into a thin line. It didn't feel - even in the slightest - like they would get along. And his mood was already taking a turn for the worse. With a narrow of the eyes - the slight attempt Trystan made at not glaring at the girl, the adult put both of his hands on his hips and glanced down at the girl. At least there was one thing good about the situation. He was taller then her. He could look down at her. His ego flittered just a bit.
Noticing the smug look on the woman's face, Trystan bit back a visible flinch of irritation. He was so much of an egotist that even the slightest look of "I'm so much mightier then you" coming from anyone else made him completely on edge. And not in the least entertained. "Oh really?" He retaliated dryly to the girl when she said they'd been expecting him. "I never would have guessed." A rueful smile filled his features for a moment, but it was gone with a flash of obvious irritation and snide undertones.
Crossing his arms as the girl began to speak again, Trystan openly scowled, a mark of distaste swamping his features. "Of course I did. More then once, sadly." Trystan grimaced at the reminder that his laptop was now... demolished. To put it politely. Because after said explosive moves, he had decided to shoot it another three times when it had attempted a gargled "beeeeepppppp" even after being destructively shot. "Complaints?" Trystan snorted. "Love, I've got a lot of complaints - but it'd just be a waste of time." He grinned cockily and tilted his had to the side. "However, if I ever meet the man in person, I'll be sure to voice my opinions on his.... enlightening methods." By which the threat of "if he ever does it again, I'll stick a bullet through his head."
Turning his head to the side with a bit of a snarl, Trystan crossed his arms. "Now that I'm here, can we get this over with?" He paused, looking at the girl with a dangerous glimmer in his eye. "I'm not exactly the wait-around and talk-it-out type." Yeah yeah, he'd be civil.... for now.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:56 pm
Miss Longway lasted through his gruff reprimand with an entirely undisturbed hint of a smile. Never let a customer get you worked up. She was just the assistant, the secretary, and she felt no need to annoy him needlessly nor to defend herself against his crude mannerisms. It just wasn't worth her time and energy, and that attitude allowed her to withstand that mud shower of bluntness.
Yeaaah, sure, shooting things, kicking things, that's THE number one solution, right?
"I get it alright... At least our ploy to attract your attention worked. Let's just say we'd rather have your wrath than your indifference, mister Chevalier." she turned away fom him now, twisting aside but keeping her eyes locked into his for just a moment longer. Why yes, she did quite openly pry into that blind eye of his for a moment. And then she was on her way.
"I'll fetch you the boss. Try to keep him in one piece, we need him, still." usually she wouldn't think of acting like this in front of any other customer, but this Trystan-guy obviously required a different set of gloves. She'd almost added a lavish 'just a moment sweetheart' to that, but decided it was a bad idea to prod his apparently rather volatile temper on needlessly. She wouldn't let him wait either.
Instead of sticking to protocol and waiting by Bane's door like a trained puppy, she barged in this time, and with an expression like ten days of rain, snagged his wrist and tugged him along. It didn't earn her a scolding though, as Banning knew she wouldn't endanger his dignity like this if not for a very good reason. By the time she'd taken him to the stairs he was already following on his own tempo, an apt pace right behind her. Yes, That man. It'd taken him quite a while to come up with a way to coax him into this, but he was certain he wouldn't regret this.
It was a good thing he wasn't a short man, in fact, they probably equalled in height pretty much. Leaving Timka to stand aside like a casual sentry, he approached the rugged man, showing not the least hint of fear, but the hautain gaze you'd almost expect from a man like him never showed itself. No, his hawk eyes were stern and serious. Not a condescending glare, that was, no. What that look conveyed was a predator on the prowl, a determination that had withstood worse then this. He was approaching an equal here, to do business from man to man.
"You wish to get to the point?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:52 pm
Cocking an eyebrow at the girl, Trystan leaned his weight to one foot, a snarl being fought down at her irritating comment. He was still sore over his computer, and not in the least happy to comment about it. His fingers twitched - his gun was mere inches away. Such a habit now, wasn't it? Trystan would have laughed at himself if he wasn't so concentrated on not ripping something apart. His anger was manageable - this was just a simple negotiation. Though negotiations weren't - and never had been - his strong point. No, most certainly not. The knife wound in his back started to hurt again as he flexed his shoulder subconsciously, and gritting his teeth, Trystan narrowed his eyes. "Your ploy?" Trystan bit back a snarl. "Oh yeah, it worked wonders." The notable thing was that these two would certainly never get along. And if they did... well, if they did, then the world would surely be ending. "My wrath?" The hitman chuckled dryly at the comment. "Baby, dont worry. You haven't seen anything close to wrath yet." Which was true. If there wasn't a gun in his hand then surely there was nothing close to wrath on Trystans mind. Surely however, he was irritated, and well overdue for some good ol' fashion sleep, but who had time for that anymore?
When the girl announced that she would fetch the boss, Trystan raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but feel a bit pleased. And then irritated. He would be meeting with the man who had spammed his computer. Damn him. It was all his fault. The message relayed back and forth in his head so much that it was hard not to deal with. A snarl rose to his lips when the girl noted that he should at least try to keep the boss in at least one piece. "Dont worry, I'll be on my best behavior." He said dryly with an astounding amount of sarcasm as he straightened to his full height, shoving his hands into his jean pockets as to keep any of them from going instantaneously to his gun. Turning away, he glanced around the lobby, mentally taking note on everything. Finally getting lost in thoughts over just how illegal he was becoming, Trystan barely realized when a man approached him from behind, and in turn, was notably startled at the voice.
The gun was out in a flash, pointed straight towards the poor mans head before he even had more then his introduction in. His steely blue eyes were slightly widened from being startled. This was why he didn't get sidetracked with thoughts. Lowering the weapon slowly, Trystan shoved it back into its holster and scowled, turning fully to the other man as if his life hadn't just been on the line. "So you're Banning." He gritted out, one hand falling to his hip, the other completely limp at his side. "As much as I'd have liked to pull the trigger, it wouldn't have accomplished anything." He didn't want to shoot the mans brains out... just yet. And on top of that, he was simply in the mood to act as civil as possible. His morals including something vague about not killing people unless it was on a job, or simply self defense. But hopefully this Banning fellow didn't overstep his boundaries, or Trystan would be sorely tempted to throw all morals to the wind. That wouldn't work either though.... unfortunately.
Cocking a grin, despite the absolute serious demeanor in his eyes, Trystan nodded to the other man, but the grin was gone as soon as it was over. "That would be a good idea." He said with a shrug. "I'm running rather thin on patience as it is. And getting quite bored." Trystan stared hard at the man who had tricked him here. Enlighten me, His eyes seemed to snarl, their steely blue glint dangerous and all but comforting. Enlighten me or get the ******** out of my face. Of course, Banning was not on a list of people Trystan was very amused by. No, not at all. So seeing him person... was hardly a good thing. Hopefully he had something worth the hitmans wearing patience. Or else things could just get explosive.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:23 am
The man's general swagger and trash-talk was relaxedly brushed off. Longway had taken to acting like it was just the way he was, and spouting spite around was just his way of saying hello. Maybe being threatened with a gun was a manner of showing affection? Ah, the snicker that thought elicted she barely managed to stifle, looking aside as if momentarily bored. A perfect coverup, and she pulled it off with ease.
Almost she wondered why she hadn't been more concerned about her employer's safety when Trystan had lashed out like that. Maybe the man was rubbing off on her with his uncanny ability to keep his cool. She hadn't even twitched at him referring to her as 'baby'. Oh well.
Indeed, Banning hadn't reacted much at all upon the sudden muzzle almost rammed into his forehead there. Just that steeled-golden stare he kept up. Don't mess with me, my dear man, I assure you I'm not a tiger without claws.
"Yes, I am Banning." Luckily, he didn't start rolling his eyes. No, he really had only one thing on is mind, and that was to get the deal done with this aggravating-aggravated individual, preferrably without any material or bodily damages.
"... we wouldn't want that happening, no." Oh, boredom, vice of ages. He did sound a bit snarky there, but in this case, Trystan should at least be somehow aware he was inviting such a retort. Still, it hadn't held quite the amount of mockery one'd have expected at all. Banning left him where he stood. "I will get right into the matter." he let him know, striding towards an unsuspicious wooden door leading into a room opposite to the reception desk. It was dark enough inside not to allow anyone much glimpses of what lay within, least of all someone with Trystan's lack of depth perception. If he even rummaged around, he made precious little noise, and less than a minute later, he already came out again.
In his hands, he held a box, a slightly dusty one, made of metal. he set it down on the reception desk and unlatched the top half, removed it like a shoebox cover. What he revealed was a smooth grey rock sitting neatly in a grey cottonny polstering. It was a little edgy and torn at in places, but overall of a nice polished-rugged texture, and had a shape to pick up and bash someone's skull in with. An uncanny eerie red glow emerged from some designated centre on it though, with almost tentacle-like writhing tendrils of smoky red substance.
"Do you have any idea what this is?" Banning fixated his look on Trystan again, and through body-language invited him to come and take a better look. The way he kept his hand on the box rim showed he wouldn't let him touch it though. Looking, no touching.
Timka ended up subtly leaning towards them to try and take a peek as well.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:47 am
Trystan snapped his jaw shut and rolled his eyes at the other man when he retorted with a slighty snobby comment. At least this time he had expected that. The trigger happy individual flexed his shoulders irritably when the other man walked off to a door that Trystan had made a note on the first time he had stepped foot in the building. With a shimmer of interest hidden in his aggravated depths, Trystan stayed rooted to the spot, crossing his arms in a manner that made him seem like he was rather disinterested already. Waiting for the man to stop rummaging around, he trained his steel blue eyes on the floor. Only to raise them when Banning finally emerged again.
With slight interest, the hitman watched as the other began to unlatch the top of the box. It was mild interest that held him there, trying to overwhelm the potential anger pulsing through his body. Now that he had finally settled into his skin, Trystan wasn't so much there for snide comments as he was to simply get it over with. Spotting the smooth grey rock within, Trystan cocked an eyebrow. So this was an Essentic. It wasn't as much as it was cranked out to be. Trystan was simply a bit disappointed by the lack of amusement coming from the sight of the... the rock. After all, he'd seen quite a few things in his life. Mafia lords with possessions Trystan could only stare at, and strange places with even stranger things. Compared to the lurking mysteries that he'd noticed in the world, this wasn't much... Though those crimson tendrils were rather tempting for him to inspect further. Glancing up with a dangerous glint of aggravation as the man asked him what it was, Trystan cocked a small smile.
He may be impulsive, but he was no fool.
He had done his research. In fact, he had spent the entire night on Jay's computer - a girl who basically made sure he didn't kill himself in his apartment - researching old files on the Essentics, having Jay hack in whenever he came across forbidden entries. It was always nice to have illegal counterparts. "Essence Spark, though more commonly known as Essentics once they grow." Trystan turned his slit steel eyes to Banning. "Am I correct? They were made illegal quite awhile ago - and are divided into subgroups based on what they are meant to specialize in." Trystan turned his head to the side, eyeing the rock carefully. He narrowed his hazardous blue eyes at the object and snapped his jaw shut once again. Trystan wasn't stupid. He did his research. And that Banning idiot would be damned if he ever thought otherwise. "I'm not familiar with the terms used with the different types. Judging on the color though, this one seems like it would want to deal with things pretty damn dangerous." Suddenly the familiar cocky grin was back, and Trystan turned to the man, a hand on his hip. "So what about it?" He asked carelessly, narrowing his eyes.
Banning had better have a damn good explanation.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 1:25 am
As Trystan so neatly laid bare his knowledge about the Essentics, Banning almost mimicked his grin. Yes, yessss that's it.
His enraptured attention didn't spread further than a tightly reigned-in smile though. It gave his face a lightly deranged sort of subtlety.
So you think you 'know' about Essentics now hm, you think you have it all figured out. Pathetic. Despite his bitterly rising contempt at his cockines -why was he getting aggravated NOW and not earlier, when his life'd been in danger more directly?- he still nodded at the man's words, confirming what he stated.
"All correct." My compliments, so far no big misassumptions. "It's a Combat type. Like you could guess they're specialised in their physical capabilities, with a natural resistance to great trauma, and a distinct lack of fear. They were made to deal with the dangerous... Just like you." That sly gleam in his eyes never waned.
"Anyone who becomes and Essentic's Owner ties it to himself in a bond of loyalty, and defines its purpose by willing it to fulfill a certain task or specify in a certain terrain. Soon after that it should manifest itself in a more useful shape. Now... all I ask of you..." he glanced at the Spark, that was almost too eagerly pulsing and lashing its non-organic tendrils with renewed vigour.
"... do you want it?"
As blunt as can be. No strings attached, just the little detail about the Contract.
"My offer to you is to hand this tool over to you, for you to do with it whatever you may desire. The only thing I ask in exchange is your discretion, and frankly, one signature to sign the deal. You keep low profile with it, and nobody has to get in trouble."
Voilà , my offer. Now it's time to start arguing. He left the box and the Spark for what they were and looked at him with a vaguely challenging lax gaze.
Longway was now getting a little uncomfortable, and tried to occupy herself by examining the potted iris beside her in greater detail. If Misha were back already she could've let HIM stand on bodyguard-duty. Tsk.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:05 pm
Watching the man with obvious distaste as Banning displayed a smile that was far creepier then a drug lord on his dying days, Trystan let a scowl fall onto his lips and then quickly covered it with a look that said a lot of things, and even more so then that, summed up his entire aggravation into one look. He nodded when the other man confirmed but didn't bother to open his mouth again. The facts were that Trystan didn't care to dig too far into the Essentics functions and history. It became vastly boring for him in a small amount of time, and if this mine wished to waste his life studying them like the Mr. High and Mighty brat he was, then Trystan would let him. It wasn't his place to bother. "Combat." Trystan repeated when the man explained it. A grin flashed on his lips. "Now that has a nice ring to it." He said in a cheerful tone, even though the marks of irritation were still left in place. Lack of fear meant he wouldn't have to take ages getting the thing over killing a human. Natural resistance to great trauma... well that just went hand in hand with Trystan. The man was practically immune to many emotions other then irritation and being lazy. "Deal with the dangerous?" Trystan smiled like a shark would to its prey. "At least you have your facts straight as well, Banning."
Turning to the rock as the man explained about their terrain and bonds and loyalty and something of the like, Trystan grinned, twitching one of his fingers up as a smoky crimson tendrils out of the box. They barely whispered a hello against his finger tips before Trystan snapped his attention to the other man as he murmured something about a question. Narrowing his eyes as the man asked his simple question, Trystan decisively bit his lip and stared at the man for a moment before grinning, a cheshire look in his face. "I wouldn't have come here if I didn't want it." He said bluntly, the truth etched into every end of his words. Never do anything that would ultimately waste time... after all.
Glancing up at the man as he began to talk again, Trystan thrummed a low note of slight amusement, his irritation ebbing into a small amount of sleep-deprived grumbling in the back of his mind. Somewhere along the line he had simply forgotten to glare, and remembered that sleep was essential to all life. Snorting at the comment on discretion, Trystan rolled his eyes. "You dont ask for too much, considering you're giving away such rare little rocks." Stepping forward towards the man, Trystan narrowed the steel half blind eyes with a glimmer of matching sly mischief held in their depths. "I think I can handle low profile. I haven't been caught yet, have I?" Trystan chuckled dryly and stared at the man with a dangerous gaze, the acceptance of the challenge shining through.
"So, Banning, where should I sign?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 12:45 am
Banning was pleased, very pleased to see Trystan's demeanour shift from caustically aggravated to less-caustically pleased. If the man ever did expereince such an elusive thing as pleasure and contentment. At the very least he was taking on his offer, a smart move. The noble was only barely able to keep a rising disdain under the surface, mixed with a wry sort of respect.
What a mess that man was. Despite being dressed with a sufficient amount of taste, no amount of clothing would be able to hide just how much he lay in shambles. Injured, battered, a walking wreck, truly, what a sight. he did smell of blood, oh yes. Some metallic scents are hard to get rid of, most of all when you're recovering from a knife wound.
Bane's look hardened, sharpened when he saw Trystan's hand travel near the Spark. Easy there, that's a volatile thing you're approaching. After the debacle with mister Grady, he'd really prefer if people kept their digits away from the Sparks before the Contract was signed. So yes, he'd get to that right away.
"Indeed you haven't." a dry response to a cocky question.
Curtly snapping the lid back on, but leaving the box where it was, he retrieved a document from behind the counter. He'd prepared this one for this occasion, somehow having foreseen it would pay to be ready for anything. He laid it on the reception desk, the letters turned into 'read' position to Trystan, and soon after completed the dish with one of his ornate pens.
"That's where you'll sign. It has no legal ties, no fine print. Consider it my way of the spit-palmed handshake." Now he was almost cracking jokes, would he not sond so annoyingly unaffected by everything.
"Once you signed it, you can have the Spark. You just pick it up and think to it. It's not hard, not complicated. You'll tell it what you expect of it, what its Purpose will be." Now he'd really entered high-speed no-nonsense mode. "You'll be able to tell if it worked right away, there's no mistaking the feedback signal."
After a brief duck-under-the-desk, he slapped another document onto the desk. A neat little pamphlet, no, actually, five of them. For some reason he thought Trystan might have need of some spares. 'Essentic Growth & Influences', a comprehensive guide to all a beginning owner might need to know. Okay, almost everything. With these things, you really could never know.
"After that I expect you to get out of here." Or did you think you'd get away with holding a gun to my head and threatening my employee, hm?
Yes, we invited you, but sometimes he quite like the challenge of seeing just how his authority was doing.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:51 pm
Shifting on his feet, Trystan placed a hand on his hip and stared defiantly at Banning. His entire life had revolved around things that were one hundred times more frightening then this man, so the question that made the hitman most uncomfortable was why the hell he was so afraid to do something reckless in front of this strange creature. Maybe it was because the man was His gut jerked angrily and made Trystan grimace inwardly as he watched the noble look him over. It was a normal thing for people to do. After all, he wasn't exactly what people called ordinary.
What are you thinking? He mentally asked the other man as those eyes grazed him over like daggers about to pierce the skin. Tauntingly, teasingly. What is it that you thought was so different about me? He grinned a bit. This man probably thought he was wreck. Banning himself didn't give it away in his pose or his stature, his ice cold eyes, or that coy look. No. But Trystan was constantly reminded of it himself. People constantly told him just how much of a mess he'd become. The most humorous part about that was that they weren't even talking about his physical self. More then that was the state of his mentality. Not bothering to think too much of it, Trystan shifted, biting back a fidget as the slit skin stretched and screamed at his ******** Banning.
Looking up dryly at the other as he responded, Trystan cocked an eyebrow but didn't say anything, just chuckled lowly at this mans antics. There were so few surprises left in this world. This man was just another noble p***k with a secret hobby. Watching him move to the counter and find papers, dropping them on the counter without so much as a second glance, Trystan narrowed his eyes, already scanning the content of the pages. Cracking a grin as Banning made a nonchalant comment on handshakes, Trystan sidled up, flicking a pen into his fingers and sweeping his eyes over the contract without much interest. His entire childhood had been spent in uptight places and well mannered organized criminal societies where reading between the fine print always came in handy. "Too high and mighty for a handshake I suppose, Banning." He said loftily, though his usual taunting tone was left out as he became distracted by quickly signing off on the deal. The man had said a few other things - the way the Spark worked, things about working or not. It wasn't anything Trystan hadn't heard before.
"Got it, got it. Simple as that, right?" Trystan said waving a hand in the air as he leaned back, staring defiantly at the other man. When he said his next words, Trystan narrowed his eyes into dangerous slits, the hand on his hip digging into the scarred skin. It was to keep himself from grabbing his gun, no matter the temptation burning into his gut. "Its good to see your expectations aren't too high, Banning." Those dangerous eyes flashed again. "Although I must remind you that I do not take orders from you." Trystan finally soothed his growing anger, deciding that it wasn't worth it. However, maybe once he was done contracting the damn Spark he'd toss it at Bannings head and see just what happened. "However, I'll be glad to inform you I wont be spending anymore time then necessary in your little corner of the world."
Trystan smiled at Banning, a dangerous, feral grin. "I'll be leaving as soon as this is over."
Because it was already over. Trystan just didn't feel like saying so.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 6:09 am
"Oh hardly..." Seriously now, a Duke with an allergy for handshakes was like a pet groomer who got a rash from dogs and cats. Utterly useless. The point was that settling this with spittle just didn't carry the distinction both banning and Life Essentials worked to keep up. It always served well to impress customers into taking things seriously, not that he'd ever even attempted to overwhelm Trystan. It just wouldn't serve any purpose.
Indeed, that simple. He wasn't going to repeat himself.
"I like to think that my impression of you isn't too far off base. I wouldn't expect you to do as I say, but I do value finishing a protocol without unneccessary kinks in the cable..." he wasn't reeling himself up either. He'd given him a little stab, prodded him into showing how he dealt with crude orders, and passed the test. Not that it mattered any, it'd just been a flightly little game of no further importance.
At his words Banning nodded impassively. Good. At least we agree on that, then.
"Now if you would be so kind to finish this, your future companion seems eager." he drawled, glancing at the metal box that held the spark. Those misty red tendrils had turned to Trystan, like the tentacles of a squid sensing warmth and food nearby. For a rock, those things were pretty darn alive already.
Just grab it already, you know you want to.
Not far from them, still at her chosen spot in the corner, Longway had cut her intricate examination of the plant short to watch the two men. From a distance, neither seemed quite so dangerous. More like... rawr. It was as enticing as a rooster fight, both subtle and crude. Quite manly, even if that wasn't the word she'd use to describe her cleanly disinguished employer. Good thing the woman wasn't really into that sort of things, and was merely an interested spectator now because she felt she may as well be entertained.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 12:43 pm
Rolling his eyes, Trystan watched the other man dryly, his instinct telling him not to try and bite too hard. The hitman watched Banning with a dangerous eye, his demeanor shifting ever so slightly to restless interest in the bizarre thing that was now stretching its red tendrils out towards him again. Trystan twitched a feral smile. So what would this thing have in store for him? He could only imagine. Knowing Banning however, it probably wasn't anything good. Still, the thrill of a challenge was enough to make him want more. "An impression of me? Before we even met? My, Banning, you sure are fast." Trystan said dryly, his mocking tone having left him. Anger was a thing of the past, after all, he was too much intrigued by the Spark itself to work up a sweat yelling at godamned Banning. Even the laptop case wasn't even brought up in his head.
Cocking a grin at Bannings next words, Trystan flashed his eyes. "Kind is a farfetched thing for me, I assure you, Banning. But for my own personal satisfaction, I suppose I wont keep you waiting." Thrumming a low note, he twisted his head and strode over to the box, now knowing that Banning wasn't going to stop him. The metal clicked soon enough, and Trystan flicked the cover up with an almost nonchalant glance. The Essence Spark inside hissed its pleasure at him through way of eager smoky tendril. Raising his hand, Trystan let them lick at his skin before picking it out of its case with one of his hands. Hopefully Banning didn't mind - though either way, Trystan barely cared.
The connection was instantaneous, the insatiable need for action, violence. The purpose that drove Trystan forward would also drive this Essence forward. Trystan cocked a devious grin. Purpose, purpose... The thing almost sang to him through words that weren't quite words. The crimson tendrils had wrapped across his arm, up to his elbow and were exhausting their demanding powers on him. Give me a purpose. The chide drove through Trystans head and the man raised an eyebrow. Demanding aren't you. He thought, and smiled dryly. A twisted Spark, for a twisted Owner. Your purpose is simple. Watch my back. And I'll watch yours. Always. Until you're unable to move again. Trystan smiled as the tendrils flared. Until I've broken you. And even then. Your purpose is nothing more then to exist as a my wingman of sorts - my partner. The tendril greedily played over the scarred skin, the insatiable eagerness almost felt through the connection. The spark seemed alive and needy, wanting more and more. A purpose, a strong one. It wanted, and needed it. It seemed to understand as well.
However, your purpose does not entitle you to a servant at my disposal. Your purpose is also to think, do, and act as you see fit. A drone, a lifeless drone, is something I do not need. The spark hissed and spat at him through the open connection, and Trystan stared dryly down at the rock, waiting for its high aggravation and greedy smoky tendrils flickered all the way up to his shoulder before subsiding down. Into submission... for now.
"Understood?" He asked out loud, one hand on his hip, the other holding the spark out as the ectoplasmic whirls spread and manifested, licking at his fingers, the insatiable desire to please filtering through. Trystan almost rumbled a purr when the Spark seemed to shiver with anticipation.
Understood.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 3:53 pm
Yes.
YES. That's it, that's what he'd been looking for. Indeed his sixth sense hadn't betrayed him, this was a connection that was almost fated to be. Like huskies had a frantic need to be challenged, exhausted, stimulated, a lot of combat sparks had the innate personality to be much the same. This man would be able to not only handle one, but to bring out its full, raw potential.
It hadn't been done outside the military, and 'back in the days', Banning knew, a tandem of a combat Essentic and a trained soldier were amongst the most feared weapons an army could possess. He'd just witnessed the beginning of the creation of a weapon, a walking hazard, in Trystan's care.
Only very rarely had he seen this powerful a reaction. A slightly worrying view it was, to see the Spark so boldly reach out, claiming its master almost more than the man claimed it. The base for a very powerful bond, almost as equals...
Where had he seen that before hm.
Timka had taken a step back, even if she was paces away already. Brrr...
"If you both are done arguing quite so 'loudly', I believe you have finished the procedure. It's all yours now, not even the law could force it away from you now." Banning drawled, a moment after the Spark had finally given it a rest. Sheesh.
"Unless you think there's anything else I can do for you, you are free to go. Have fun with it." Smirk.
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