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Gracious Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 12:16 pm
This is the PRP Contracting/ Essence Spark Pickup RP for DOOMLOCK
Location: Mister Psa's place
Weather: Cold
Graficcha/EssentialShrimp will RP Banning
DOOM will RP Striker
For this particular client, Banning will gladly make an exception, and seek out the man in person.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 6:52 pm
"I can't believe I broke that sssstupid chair," Striker said as he added a log to his fire. Keeping warm wasn't easy when you were cold-blooded. He had the fire burning brightly and had brought the room's temperature to a balmy 98 degrees Fahrenheit, when his intruder alarm sounded. Someone had just crossed into his territory. He wasn't expecting any visitors on this day. The cold made it less than likely that anyone he knew would come to see him. So that posed the question of who this was? His defensive instincts kicked in as his side-door proximity alarm sounded. He flared his hood and made his way to the door, ready to attack should the intruder be hostile.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 11:50 pm
While Banning had expected a more than healthy degree of caution from the war veteran he was going to see today, he did give a subtle miffed squint when he picked up the vague sounds of an alarm going off inside.
Oh please.
Alas poor villain, no matter how ridiculous it was to pretty much be incriminated by defense systems when he hadn't even technically crossed into private territory, he wouldn't just turn back now. This could get very, very interesting. This idea was a degree crazier than most of his other plans, but he was very keen on finding out what his actions would result in this time. Remember what they said about the cat? Well, he was no cat. Some birds of prey ate snakes for lunch, oh yes, he felt confident enough that he could handle this.
With a soft tsk-ing tongue clack, the nobleman pushed the faint alarm noise to the back of his attention range, and gave the door bell a ring. Why yes, 'knocking at the door' hadn't gone out of style yet.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:44 pm
The doorbell rang, and with the alarm still sounding Striker made his way to the side door. He stopped at the security panel in the kitchen to turn off the alarm. Once the alarm was off, he switched the security monitor’s view to the camera above the side door, so that he could see who had come to invade his territory on this too-cold-for-comfort day.
As he stared at the monitor, he saw a fellow in a sharp dressed suit, standing at the door with an irritated expression. “I know that Faccce.” Striker said as he slithered over to open the door. He unlocked the multiple locks he had on the door and peered out the security slot at the stranger. Where did he know this man from? He looked like he had money to spare/ ”Why are you here?” He asked through the door, unwilling to just let this person inside.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 11:36 pm
Maybe he had seen Banning before, maybe not, though as it was, it was highly unlikely that they had ever been in the same square mile before. Living in the same expansive town together for the last forty, sixty years got you around, sure, but Bane had never veered into the department Striker had been most at home at before his somewhat forced retiring. No military duty for him, although he had had his share of boot camp once. One in his line of business couldn't always rely on the protection of others, as had been proved time and time again.
But no matter, this was now, they had never met before but both parties likely had some degree of knowledge of each other. Striker knew Banning existed, Banning had information about most of Striker's past. Fair enough. or not, but hey.
Impressive creature the man was. Humans came in as much shapes and sizes as Essentics did in Drente, almost. For a second Banning wasn't certain if he hadn't inadvertedly flinched, even if he hadn't budged a muscle.
"I have come because I have important business to discuss with you, mister Psa." he answered the veteran's question as to-the-point as the enquiry itself had been. "My name is Banning DeLonghy."
Evening the grounds here.... now let him introduce himself, before he finds out half of that paranoid behaviour of his is justified. He hadn't been that easy to track. YES I know your full name, but I'm not going to throw that around now.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 6:37 pm
While the man outside his door was talking, Striker listened to what he had to say. ’What exactly is this important business? It had better be worth my time!’. After Mister DeLonghy had introduced himself and finished talking, Striker found that he was curious about what he wanted and so let him in.
”Let’sss ssit and talk,” Striker said, leading the way to the living room. He coiled up in what was left of his chair and gestured for the intrusive guest to sit, intending to listen to what this man had to say.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 2:29 am
'Sit and talk'. It truly was admirable how well the noble managed to conceal the sudden giddy idea welling up, about how strange that sounded for a human with no technical butt to sit on.
Oh well, at the invitation he gladly came in, giving the uncanny heat inside some thought. Well, it made sense, really. With the distinction of someone who knew very well to carry himself with dignity, he did as invited and took a seat.
Alright... may as well skip the cryptic part. Cryptic parts were annoying.
"I'm not planning on bothering you for long, mister Psa. Me reason for coming here is because I have a proposal for you... In short, I would like to offer you my company's services."
Something in his manner left no doubt that he hadn't come to discuss a new form of bank account or tax plans or furniture updates.
"I know who you are, as superficially as public data allow."
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:12 pm
"I am a retired sssoldier, Delonghy, I don’t do much in the world any more. Ssso tell me what kind of servicessss doessss your company offer?” Striker asked the man as to get to the point. Because Striker already knew that it had to be something very important for a man of Mister DeLonghy’s obvious class and wealth to come all the way down here to his territory. Why would he want to talk with a retired soldier who had no services to offer. Trying to be polite, he asked, “Would you care for some bird egg ale?”
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 5:56 am
At the serpent's question, Banning simply let his actions speak louder than words, and laid a small suitcase onto the table between them. He then opened it with a click, the lid springing up and obscuring the contents from Striker, for now.
"No thank you kindly." he politely refused the offer made, glancing up for a second. He wasn't quite sure about the properties of the beverage the snake spoke of, but this was no time to take the 'accept politely' approach. Somehow he doubted the man was very eager to play deligent host anyway, so his refusal would hopefully be taken in stride. Let's not make this complicated.
Swiftly returning his attention back to his case, Banning removed what looked like a layer of soft cloth, then turned the entire thing around so Striker could see.
There was no doubt about what sat in the centre of the open suitcase there, on another layer of cloth, as it started to issue forth a warm-firey red set of tendrils after the Essence had been mostly quenched before. A solid velvety blue rock, with a sliver of a gold pattern on each round side, bleeding gaseous flame, soundless, motionless apart from the wisps curling slowly.
And then, the noble waited, ready for anything from a complete freakout to befuddlement about what that pretty rock had to do with business.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 8:16 pm
Striker almost dropped his glass of bird egg ale when he saw what was inside the case. He didn’t say anything; he simply sat and stared at the colored rock. Then he reached out and picked up the strange-looking stone.
While holding the rock in his claws, noticing the odd heaviness and flowing liquid? Smoke? – Striker’s head started to spin and hurt, as all kinds of words and images started to flood his mind, mostly Army folders that all said Classified on them, and the face of the being that he couldn’t remember.
It almost overwhelmed his mind, but this time was different - this was more than just a rock. He was sensing something strange from the rock; it was in his mind. While holding the rock, he was able to finally remember something from the past. He asked in an uncertain but still intrigued voice, ”Mister DeLonghy, is this an Ess, Essen, an Essentic?” He heard a vague voice in his head, saying. . . ... What is my Purpose? What am I to do?
Striker didn’t know how to answer this voice in his head. Its presence seemed to make his head hurt less, and in a moment of clear thinking, the Naga responded to its persistent questioning. You... I need a sparring partner. To help me keep up my skills.’ He almost didn’t notice his last thought, ’And someone to train…’
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 4:10 am
Bingo. Yahtzee. Strrrrike, and out.
Well that had gone almost creepily smoothly...
"Yes, it is. You just bonded yourself to it, now it will grow and be able to serve you." Banning answered his question, after having given him some time to work through the silent crosstalk that was undeniably happening between him and the dormant Spark.
"It belongs to you now."
And now you can love it and coddle it and call it George.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:35 pm
A puzzled Striker looked at Banning and asked, “It belongs to me? I don’t understand.” Just as Striker was trying to hear Banning answer his questions, Banning’s voice seemed to get quieter and quieter until it became just a whisper to him.
The Spark was still in his mind, and it kept asking Striker the same questions…What is my Purpose? and What am I to do? Eventually, Striker sensed satisfaction from the Spark and then its presence left his mind.
Once it was gone, Banning’s voice started getting louder and louder until Striker could hear him normally. Banning was asking him if he had any more questions. Banning appeared to be a little frustrated, and Striker asked ”Could you pleasssse repeat that?”
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 12:09 am
Frustrated? Oh why would he be frustrated.
"Persistent thing, hmm." Banning observed casually. "I mean this exactly as I say it. It is yours now, you bonded with it, you gave it a Purpose. That's what it will live by now, once it emerges."
"Anything else you need to know, then? I'm quite sure you once knew how these creatures worked, but the times have changed..." and you may, perhaps, also want to know what for the devil I have to do with this?
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:21 pm
Striker was still so entranced by the Spark and the images flooding his mind that he could barely concentrate. Striker asked Banning, “Sssso what do you want in the way of compensation for thiss Sssspark?”
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 12:40 pm
At that question, the duke produced a carefully folded sheet of parchment from beneath a double bottom in his business case. With barely a word or even a glance he slid the document over for Slithor to read.
"This is all I require in exchange. A signature, a token of trust. What I need to know is that you will not spread the knowledge my company harbours, that you will not endanger this oranisation nor those allied with it. It's for your own good." he spoke, quietly.
The contract itself seemed to be quite simple. No legal blather, no fine print.
The noble sat back a little then, as if to tell the serpent to take his time.
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