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Gracious Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 12:11 pm
This is the PRP Contracting/ Essence Spark Pickup RP for Ieeko
Location: Life Essentials shop
Weather: Chilly winter-start, smudgy-slosh snow in the streets
Graficcha/EssentialShrimp will RP Miss Longway, Misha & Banning
Ieeko will RP Saul and likely his parents XD
we'll discuss how to go about this as soon as we get in touch :3yee!
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 8:49 pm
The sea of faceless people blurred around him as he nudged his way through the crowd. Heavy breaths tumbled from his mouth, his chest heaving with each leap he took into the sludge-ridden slosh. It threatened to swallow him, but he pushed forward, tripping and staggering along the way. His hands had grappled desperately at the ground to balance him.
"Saul? Saul!"
Saul's face twisted at the sound of his mother's voice. The further he moved away from her, the greater blur she became. It was for the better. Saul didn't want to be with her at that precise moment. Her droll tasks, her flaring temper; she'd had no right to shout at him when all he had wanted to do was crawl in the igloo display at the store.
His arms swung around him as he rounded a street corner, dipping through alleyways away from the crowd. The air about him had grown still; the echo of his breathing surrounding him. Swallowing hard, he'd lifted his stuffed octopus to his chin, squeezing it tightly to his chest.
Such had been the sequence of events which had led Saul to the Life Essentials shop. He'd run as far as he could, for as long as he could. It felt as if an eternity had passed before he had stopped. The frigid cold had sank into his limbs, drawing him to a halt at the doors of the building. His teeth were chattering together. Cold. He was cold, he was lost, and the more he stood amongst the snow, the more he began to question his motivations in running. It scarcely seemed worth it any longer, but he was trapped, as far as he knew. How was he supposed to navigate his way backwards when he hadn't been paying attention to where he was going in the first place?
A drip of wetness ran down his upper lip. Quickly, Saul had wiped his nose against his stuffed octopus, spinning it around to stare at it's smiling face, then at the doors of the shop. His lower lip had ducked beneath his teeth as he took a step forward. His hand had reached, grasping the handle and tugging it outward. Without a word, he'd slipped inside. Whatever it was, Saul needed to do something to get away from the cold. He'd had enough. Home; he wanted to go home! To call his mother, to do anything which would lead him back to his own, familiar world.
"H-Hello?"
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 11:59 pm
The black-lacquered narrow hall with the inviting fuzzy red carpet leading towards the lobby was warm, much warmer than the chilly outdoors. The atmosphere here had something rather classy, but it lacked the glass-like feeling of a place 'too fancy for you'. No, Life Essentials was quite cosy, and its style fitted in with the district's collegue businesses.
Right now it was quiet, uncannily still, with only the outside crowd's murmur dully sounding from behind the door in the dry, lightly-fragranced air. Somewhere, a stove was working hard, oh yes.
At first, there was no response to the boy's tentative greeting. The hall remained as quiet as it had been before he had entered.
Yet there it was, a slight disturbance.
"Hello?" a calm voice, though inquisitive echoed Saul's earlier call. From somewhere in the lobby, a reasonably tall man in an uncannily proper suit came looking over into the hall. Yes, he'd had the right idea when he had had this hunch before, that he wouldn't be able to leave the customer's area unattended while his employees were out completing this task for him.
But now he was faced with a... young man? Master DeLonghy was hardly one to bother with assumptions but he hadn't been counting on a haphazard potential customer of this age wandering in here on his own.
Not that Saul would have known this, but Banning seemed to go through a quite seamless transition in attitudes, his hawk-like gaze losing its creepily alert edge, his rigid posture slackening into a more approachable stance, a touch of a smile playing on his face. 'Gone soft' applied here almost literally.
"Good day." he welcomed the youth politely. Now show me, do you know how to compose yourself properly? You have come into my shop, now it is up to you to tell me what you want.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 12:16 am
The touch of warmth the lobby had brought eased him. Saul's shoulders sank. His body had began to loosen up as he heaved a breath, grateful for the difference in sensation. Eying the stretching carpet, Saul found he was hesitant to step too far. It seemed like a nice building - at least a much nicer building than he had ever truthfully been to. Certainly, he had seen red carpets, and cozy rooms decked to the brim ... But there was something different, if not prestigious in attitude which had caught him off guard. Fancy buildings were to be treated with respect and mannerisms ... Or at least that was the impression he had earned over the few ventures he had taken into one.
Anxiously, Saul licked the corner of his lips. His fist had nudged his cold cheek, feeling it as the life began to return to him. His color brightened - and a few steps further from the door, he felt a new. At least he felt less like a penguin waddling through the frozen arctic. As Saul lowered his stuffed companion to his side, a sound caught his attention. The hello which had responded to his prior call shattered the stillness about him. His small body had jerked back a step, stiffening. He leaned to the side as he caught sight of the man who had greeted him. His jaw hung open for a moment, shutting as he regained his composure and straightened his back. A slight smile had crossed his face.
"Good day." He'd parroted, fidgeting from foot to foot. He hesitated a moment, bowing his head awkwardly. "D-do you have a phone?" His teeth ground into his lower lip, his eyes casting downward though he had lifted his head. "My mom... I can't find her."
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 12:28 am
Ah, poor lost soul wandering by, this was. Hearing the child's plea, Banning nodded calmly at him, managing a slightly stronger smile.
"Aah. That is quite the pinch you are in. Do come in, if you know her number I will lend you our phone gladly." he stepped away from the hall's opening, with a quite graceful subtly motion beckoning Saul to please come further.
"Did you lose sight of her out in the street? Such a bustling season this is..." he asked, a little by-the-by, as he strode over to the reception desk that mis Longway usually occupied, the stacks of paperwork and the neatly arranged barrage of folders showing that she actually did some decent work there.
To the right, a set of quite cosy-looking couches arranged around a shining-black stone table, to the left a door marked with 'Staff Only', and in the corner the reception desk that Banning had ducked behind, placing a corded phone on the desk a second later. On the same surface there was another object, though, a much more interesting one than the phone.
If not for its size and colour it might have been mistaken for a shark tooth maybe, with that uncanny arrowtip-shape, but the form of it was hardly fascinating. The wisps of green-tinted blue smoke slwoly rising up from along the stone were all the more curious.
Shame, shame on thee, master DeLonghy, if Timka had been around you would have never dared to spend the time idly watching it like this.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 12:47 am
Saul's grin had grown broader at the welcoming motion, his cheeks pushing upward as he trotted forward. A quiet look had been given over his shoulder. The streets, the sounds, seemed to disappear with the comforting notion that they were no longer an icy threat to him. He was beaming with pride. "Thank you, sir!" He'd chimed, nodding his head quickly.
Yet, in an instant, his face had grown long. The expression of joy had melted away as they came to the reception desk. "Not exactly." His voice had blurred together in a faint murmur as he permitted his shoulders to sink. Perhaps none the wiser of the nature of small talk, Saul had opened his mouth, his eyes tensing as the pride he'd earned zapped away. It was his fault that he was in such a predicament after all, and he was sure his mother was upset. "She wouldn't let me play in the igloo." He'd raised his head to look at Banning, his head tilting as if he hoped the man might potentially understand the implications of such a statement. "There's this really big one in a store. She got mad." His eyes sank as he stood on his toes to see the phone as it found a place at the edge of the desk. "So I ran. She's scary when she's ---"
Saul's attention had shifted as his eyes rode along the trail of the reception desk. He had raised his chin, stretching further on his toes as a rock came into his view. For such a mundane object, it was enchanting enough. The trails of blue-green were like sea vents, which was unusual for a stone. It crossed his mind but a moment as he took a step away from the phone. "Wow! What kind of a rock is that?" He'd instantly perked, falling back onto his heels when he began to lose his balance. "Is it from Space? Like a M-m-m-m..." He'd fumbled over the word, one of his eyes squinting as he attempted to force it out. "A meat-e-gator?"
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 2:19 am
As Saul told his woeful tale, Banning kept glancing at him while he retrieved the phone. Aha, hmhm. Yes, I see.
A level of surprise wasn't hard to overlook in his eyes. Not in a million years -pardon the hyperbole- would he have dared to retaliate to his own mother in such a manner, but he had to admit there likely was a serious difference in how he had been brought up, and how this child was being raised. At that age he'd already developed the dignity to find playing in a public igloo to be completely below him, and he'd had no classmates to teach him otherwise. Oh the joys of homeschooling.
In the same line, he'd never found his mother to be scary, father Isis the idea alone was ridiculous.
Then how was it that he could actually empathise with this kiddo standing here before him? Maybe the fact that he'd lost quite some bravoure already upon recounting the events that had led him here were enough to reassure the noble that, no matter how justified he found his actions, he still seemed to feel that something had gone wrong in his grand 'plan'. Never pleasant, to suddenly realise that no matter how you turn and flip the issue, there is a conflict in there somewhere, and your actions didn't solve a anything at all. Growing up, such a cruel trial.
"I cannot say choosing to run is a very wise approach... but I will help you find her. No doubt she's worried about you." he told the boy, then glanced along his line of sight to find he was looking at the Spark.
Something devious stirred up an idea in him, but for now he quenched that jolt of uninvited inspiration.
He let the child ramble for a moment to work out of the first wave of excitment, and only then reacted.
"I believe 'meteor' is the word you are looking for. Who knows..." he couldn't help himself from pointing out the right word, not if it was so eagerly sought and almost found as well. Close, but no cookie. He looked at the Spark again as well. Of course this one had been manufactured here, on Drente, but the mystery surrounding their true nature was as thickly fogged as it had been for centuries now. Not few of the theories floating around had connected the substance, be it the rock or the Essence itself, to worlds beyond the stratosphere. The Source itself had been found to come from the sun, no self-respecting man of science would doubt that in today's modern world. Not that the noble was much of a scientist, so he copuld only believe what was taken for truth by those more knowledgeable and wise than him. For sake of letting the fascination linger, his answer was vague.
Going off a sudden urge, an instinct almost, he suddenly moved, and with a smooth motion of elegant hands slid the stone off the desk, into a waiting open palm. Most Sparks weren't quite this flat, but it rested in his hand quietly, the Essence wisps coiling into slow curls, as if acting against gravity and air lift both. This was no mere smoke.
"Actual meteors would likely be more blackened, and rounder... no, this is an Essence Spark." he explained to the child calmly, letting him take a better look at it. "This is one of the few things known to mankind that have the potential to solve most, if not all dire problems of those seeking aid." he spoke, softly, mysteriously, like an old teller of tales, a man of legends and magic. All things considered, in a world like Drente the most mundane-looking person could easily harbour the most bewildering talents and lineages, so maybe this man truly was a sort of magician?
Somehow, there was something alluring about that wondrous story he told. The way he was looking at Saul with that clear gaze -there was nothing that special about gold-tinted eyes-, something about it appeared to be inviting him to dream, proposing an offer.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 3:02 pm
The world about him had drifted away with the shift of attention. As Banning had picked the stone up and explained its very existence, Saul was lost. His eyes sat wide within his head, and his jaw hung open for a moment. It wasn't quite a meteor, but it surely seemed to be something even more interesting.
Without a moment's hesitation, Saul stepped away from the phone. His heels had lifted up as he stood up on his toes. "Really?" Saul raised his chin upward. His head shifted to the side. The stone looked as if it were from an elaborate fairy tale. For all he knew, it was. There was an allure to it, something mysterious, and fun. A stone that could rectify the world's problems - or most of them, perhaps. Such a proposition was perfectly common - and for his innocent mind, it was idealistic, if not addictive. How would a simple stone be capable of solving any form of a problem? It could not perform mathematics. It could not correct an essay's spelling mistakes. A stone could not cook, could not provide, 'lest there were something more, something fantastical. "Is it like a genie?"
Saul's mouth had shut; his shoulders creeped upward in excitement. "Or like a wizard?" One inch by one inch, Saul had felt himself leaning closer. His feet had shuffled a short distance.
"Can I see it?"
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 2:18 am
"It's hard to define what they are... they become servants, allies, reserved for only one being on the world, their owner. Some do magick, others are capable of other feats and tasks." Banning explained, his voice calm an soft, much like a storyteller letting a child look at the pictures in a book while providing the narrative alongside.
"If you will be careful not to drop it? They can be hurt, you see." he picked up the sharktooth stone, with careful tenderness as if to illustrate that this was the seed of a living being. Then, he handed it over to the young boy, almost conspirationally, as if transferring an artifact of utmost value and power.
"Do you think there is something it could help you with...?" The question seemed innocent enough, but the sly fox was, right at this moment, intent on seeing the response being given to the spark itself. Would it be capable of bonding? It was worth the risk. "Something that you wished someone could do for you?"
On the spark, the essence curled, flicked slowly, the smoky tendrils rising as if to nod to attention.
Go ahead, dream a little.
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