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This is the PRP Contracting/ Essence Spark Pickup RP for Syusaki

Location: Life Essentials shop
Weather: Springtime~ Warm sunshine shimmering through the chinatown alleys

Graficcha/EssentialShrimp will RP Miss Longway, Misha & Banning
Syusaki will RP miss Flare Bennet.

Now, Syu, your pickup~
You can do this however you like, there's two options: Either Flare has been in touch with EBI before, and she has been screened and approved of, so now she can come pick up her precious illegal lump of rock.
Or, she stumbles in for the first time, perhaps she's already poked in before, and now spontaneously comes to request one. Either way you can count on Banning knowing a thing or two about her~

I'll leave all of it up to you XD

-For information about how the shop itself works, you can find out a lot more by browsing for other pickup RP's, and the basic info section somewhere here in the guild, there's even a floorplan of the lobby XD
-As your Proto stage art is complete, you're allowed to RP the emergence in the shop itself, should you want to do it right here. It has, in fact, happened before.

((I'll see that XD Technicaly Pickup counts towards Spark => Proto first and foremost, the next are all totals after. I've never actually *counted* RP totals before growths so far, all of our current Alters have had more than their share of RP :3 ))

Ah, there she was, the lady, as expected. The Duke had spent many an hour pondering her, checking her connections, her past, not that to him, there were very many noteworthy details to find. Overall a pretty mediocre lady, in terms of status and lifecycle, apart from her outstanding records. Hard work, a good head and some inborn finesse. Yet it was no surprise that the young woman desperately needed backup in her life, a little extra nudge. The fact that she had sought it here was a lot more significant to him then her entire portfolio, extended family and bra size together.
Not that Banning would ever be caught dead pondering a female's chest, boring sod.

He had already gotten this inkling, instinctive, like the seventh sense of a bird of prey picking up a target nearby, that she would come by today, and just as Flare had made her way in from the busy street outside, he had gotten the itches, making him stand up from his desk upstairs to come and fetch him a cup of coffee.

Behind her own desk, the reception counter, as usual almost hidden behind stacks upon stacks of documents, ranging from mundanely interesting to bloody boring, miss Longway had risen as well, calling out to the new arrival with her ears poking up curiously.

"Yes, yes, right here, do proceed, you're almost there." she said clearly, almost with a chuckle. Don't be shy, come in, come in.
My, what a good mood she was in. Don't tell anyone, but the crazy cat-lady had secretly snuck in a few 'other' documents to work on. It made a pleasant diversion at times, to be able to polish down the plans for her upcoming official wedding on her own tempo. Only slowly was the idea getting less intimidating, so now the fun could begin. Hey now Timka, don't get distracted, you have a customer waiting!

"Ah, welcome to Life Essentials." she greeted her, smiling uncharacteristically chipperly, her cat-tail curved in an 's'-shape behind her. "You must be miss Bennet."
Hmm, let me guess, let me guess. No, no doubt, it's you. Twinkle twinkle, amused cat-squint.

While miss Longway was dealing with Flare, mister DeLonghy had just come from the second floor, looking a little surprised to see Flare already there, but that moment passed quickly. The instant he was out the door and in the lobby, his features pulled into his usual calm, calculating smirk, that one where you never knew if he was being playful or pondering to eat you whole when you least expected it. Timka hadn't even noticed him coming in yet, what with his manner devoid of all bombastics.
She would likely catch on in three... two...

Yup, her tail fur puffed up.

Miss Longway gave a good-mooded nod at her. No, no problem at all, hey-heyyy, good to have you here. Aww, how nervous she looked.
Timka then quietened, eventually ducking away behind her desk to prepare, when the Duke took over Flare's attention.

The man eyed her keenly, and with an almost wary air leaned back a little when she approached him so boisterously. Not to say the man was shy or in any manner held a distaste against touching her -beware of misinterpreting this statement, the man's a sixty-year-old virgin-, but it was undeniable that he greatly valued his personal space. Much against his usual policy he hitched for a second or two before extending his hand and shaking hers with a firm grip. Had she just used 'mister' in conjunction with his given name?

"The pleasure is all mine. ...If we are to do this politely you may as well use my family name, miss Bennet." he said then, rather quietly as if he was a bit peeved at his inability to let the little slipup slide. If you will be using titles, you'd do well to recall my name is DeLonghy, not Banning, for you. Then again he seemed well aware that this reminder of their distance was awkwardly placed. Ahum.

"If you are ready, we can move onto the protocol. It has been breached a few times now, but isn't it most pleasant when a deal can be settled without a hitch, now." he said then, hawk-eyes resting on her with their sharp gaze. It was hardly a question, though far from a threat. Be calm, milady, then we can finish this smoothly. Only awaiting her response for about three seconds, he then turned away from her and made his way over to the forbidden door aside, telling her it would only take a minute. It took him only one motion to open it, and slip inside the dark room beyond.

Back behind her counter, Timka had poked up again with a roll of cardboard, holding the contract to be used soon.
"Don't mind him dear, he doesn't get out to talk with regular folk a lot. Born with a stick up his bum." she smiled, whispering that last bit with a conspirational chuckle.

"How about you take a seat over there, master DeLonghy will be right back. Hes just gone off to fetch your 'item'." Again there was that cattish grin, reassuring Flare that all was normal, really. She'd motioned over to the quite cosy salon off to the side, where a stack of flyers lay neatly on one edge of a low black stone table. "Relax, he doesn't bite."

As Flare sat down, miss Longway calmly popped the lid off her cardboard roll, and slid out the contract parchment. She had just finished smoothly flattening it upon the table and readying a pen when Banning returned. The Duke closed the door behind him, on lock, then made his way to the salon and with a glance at Flare, sat down opposite her.
Then he set down a case, about two hands broad and one hand high. The outer was marbled with a peculiarly shimmering layer, not quite reflecting the light, but definitely displaying a pearly pattern that changed when it was moved. Lithe fingers found an almost invisible latch, and he opened up the top lid, lifting it until it found a solid resting position at an almost ninety-degree angle, revealing the cyan blue Spark oozing its gaseous-liquid Essence onto a soft beige padding.

No time to get distracted by it yet, though.
"This is your Spark. As you might be able to tell from its essence colour it is a magicker class, as you requested." he told her calmly, then politely gestured at the contract laid out before her.

"Now before we move on to the bonding, if you would be so kind to take a look at this. This contract is of no legal value, it does not allude to any official instances or personal information. There is no fine print. You may take all the time you want to read it through and confirm this." he continued, in that same even tone, never once raising or lowering his voice.

"I consider this a token of mutual trust. We shall protect and assist you in times of need, and you will promise us, all in good faith, to do what lies within your abilities to not endanger yourself, this organisation, and by extension, all of our other customers." No pressure at all there Flare, nah. "When you are satisfied, please sign there."

All the while, Timka stood by, quietly attentive, and quite excited. Go for it girl!

"It should be clear by now that should you have any further questions or need assistance, you may always contact us. So apart from a reminder of that, no. We are quite finished with the paperwork." Banning nodded, sliding the parchment towards himself when she was finished and with a swift motion, rolled it up to put back into its safe casing.

"Now it is up to you, miss Bennet. The Spark is yours to bond with." His stark gold eyes cast the calmly oozing rock a glance.
"It is very simple really. Just take it into your hands and let it happen. Tell it what you want of it, out loud or in all silence, it does not matter. These creatures sense the soul they bond with as if it were a body of its own, and they cannot live without a bond nor without a Purpose."

As he told Flare this, miss Longway stood by, nodding along almost solemnly. Before she'd encountered any others of the Essentics she had never truly realised just how important a Purpose was to an Essentic. Humans could re-educate themselves, they withered without a task to fulfill, and can not switch.

Oddly enough, it turned out the creatures had a way with taking their owner's intents rather broadly. They could be more than a mere working tool under the energy-saturated circumstances of this era. Naturally this brings along a whole slew of less practical consequences... Timka made a vague wry grimace thinking about how that had worked out for Aoi. Poor kiddo, at least he seemed to be finding a balance now.

As it was, both her and her employer were now silent, patiently, somewhat expectantly waiting for Flare to 'do her thing'. Have fun, milady, this is a once in a lifetime experience.

Well, there she had done it... Perhaps somewhat forced, had the lady felt the response from the Spark now, or not? Technically, once it connected, you knew. There was truly no mistaking it.

Maybe this particular one was a little sleepy and needed to be roused some more by her silent words? Don't be afraid milady, open your heart~ Let it hear you, allow it to touch, to reach out.
At least the slowly bubbling goop seemed to be responding, pooling in her hands and reaching around her fingers.

((You can always refer back to what other peeps did for this XD From now on the Spark's consciousness is all yours. You take it over from here.))

Miss Longway had taken a cautious step backwards, giving this peculiarly-paced bonding and unexpectedly early emergence the room. Despite herself, her tail's brush stood on end, and her ears flattened themselves back to a suspicious mid-level. Hello there, newborn.
Already the woman wasn't sure if she liked this 'thing' much, though she berated herself for getting biased so quickly. Hadn't Misha been just as cold upon its-his emergence? They learned quick, but there was no denying their inate social skills were mostly nonexistent, like their personality. Her bunny had turned out alright... so why wouldn't this one?

"Why hello there. That went fast... usually they take a few days to incubate." she eventually peeked by again, her fur smoothening again as curiosity won her over. My my, another gem of a strangeling this one was... A biologist would scream in horror and dive off a cliff if he were ever asked to classify the foxy creature now draped around miss Bennet. Having sufficiently examined the Proto, miss Longway glanced at Flare then.
"What will you name it? We find they greatly prefer having an identity."
Well yeah, so would you. The rather redundant nature of her statement had her grn her fangs bare.

"They're usually quite impersonal at the start, but they grow out of that." she added as well. "Before you know it they're suddenly their own self. The more they learn and develop the more efficient they get, certainly in a creative business such as yours."

And as Timka was guiding Flare through the first 'hello's', Duke DeLonghy was watching all three with intense hawk-eyes.

So 'Fenn' it was. Timka smiled and nodded, making the mental note to certainly not forgot that. Misha'd certainly want to know later.
"Sounds good to me. They do usually gravitate towards a proper gender later." she reminded Flare, somewhat redundantly, then left her to finish up with the Duke.

Banning had calmly stood up, and briefly bowed his head at her question. "You are indeed done here." he answered, in his usual tone so lacking of affect. "Thank you for doing business with us, miss Bennet. I wish you a safe trip home."

Following his polite dismissal came the obligatory handshake, accompanied with that prolonged smouldering gaze at her. Perhaps he was warning her to certainly not forget the contract she had just signed, that small detail about preferrably not prancing around and showing off the newly emerged Proto. If he did, he seemed to have made the choice to not berate her about it vocally, leaving her adult pride intact. She was not a child, and Banning trusted her to know what to do.

"Good luck~" miss Longway still piped up, already back behind her desk and busily fixing up some quick reference files.
Good luck indeed, Flare, good luck out there~