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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 1:47 pm
This is the PRP Contracting/ Essence Spark Pickup RP for x__Doctor Ruri
Location: Dr. Cromwell's place [Private visit from the Duke's assistant]
Graficcha/EssentialShrimp will RP Miss Longway, Misha & Banning
x__Doctor Ruri will RP Dr. Dorian Cromwell & Claudia
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 6:33 pm
Dorian sighed softly as he looked at the picture above his desk. A woman with pale blonde hair and bright blue eyes stared back at him, smiling with a little girl that looked incredibly similar to her. To anyone else it would look like a normal family photo. Only there was no wife around anymore, and the little girl hadn't grown at all since the picture was taken four years ago. She was frozen as Marianna's little copy, her little girl that Dorian had brought home one day and she'd loved, since they had no children of their own yet.
He looked over to said 'child' fondly as she slept on a standard hospital type bed, all sorts of tubes and wires hung up around her, and more than a few monitoring machines going on and off accordingly. It was one of Claudia's check-up times at the apartment, their apartment. As far as size went, it was larger than average. Much larger. It was literally like a one-floor house with four bedrooms and three bathrooms, and covered the top of the building. There was a withering garden on the roof, actually. Marianna's garden. Dorian had not been up there since her death, and did not intend to, no matter how much Claudia asked about it when she was about to fritz.
Everything was very modern in the house/apartment, and the tones were fairly neutral and cohesive, until you got to Dorian's personal room. His room was done in deep reds and blacks, showing the personal flair he had for the extravant and loud. It was kinda like his inner teenage goth coming out to say hello. The rest of the house was tastefully done though, lots of homey furniture that was comfortable and plush, his personal favorite the suede white couch, big screen tv, fully tricked out kitchen, ect. ect. Ah, the life of the rich and semi-famous in their field. Not that the Cromwell family didn't already have lots of money. Dorian had just wanted to add his own personal small fortune to the family bank.
Pushing up his fake glasses, fake in that they had no perscription in them really just glass, he smiled softly and stroked some of Claudia's hair, walking away from her back lab room where she was 'sleeping' and going to the kitchen to make something. He felt like curry. Getting the things out of the fridge, he started humming some pop song to himself, half-walking half-dancing around the kitchen as he moved and swaying his hips like a cuban hooker. He wasn't in the right shoes for that discription though, he was just in socks today.
"Curr-ray, curr-ray, good for me! Cuur-ray, cuur-ray, good for you! Oooooooh! I wonder if I have any tikka in the fridge? Or some paneer?" he sing-songed to himself, putting a finger to his lips and dancing over to the fridge. You had to admit though, the man could moonwalk fairly well in socks on a hardwoodfloor.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 12:46 am
.... how VERY unjust.
The one time the boss decides to break protocol, for whatever insane reason she hadn't understood -talk a lot, say nothing-, SHE had to go and fix it. It'd taken her long enough to even find this guy's home without her living map, Misha. Of course, there was no need to let him take a risk, and from the description of this man in her files, she deducted the bunbuns would just have a freakout anyway. He knew so little beyond his own terrain of expertise, and last night he'd hidden away almost in tears over Doctor Frankenstein's Monster. So she'd had to go alone.
At last she'd found the right place then... fancy shmuck. Now where's that bell-... oh hey. Whose cat is yammering at this time of the day, mother Iris be dam-...
You HAVE to be kiddin' me.
Oh well, no use sighing. Time to get this over with, no matter how creepy that was just now. Scary doctors singing like that could only mean they'd gone over the edge. Maybe twice. I'll be glad to be rid of that Spark too, freakin' huge thing.
Ding dong.
Or whatever sound the bells made here.
One delivery girl with pizza, chap. No, a rather casual-neatly dressed short-ishwoman with dark green-deyd hair looking like she just plodded through a hailstorm. Only less soaked, naturally.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 12:03 pm
Dorian frowned as the dorbell rang and sighed, looking mournfully at his cooking and hoping it didn't burn. If it did....well, he'd probably throw a fit and there'd be hell to pay. He didn't remember ordering any new parts or anything, so why was someone showing up at his place? Was it a new assistant? The last one had run off saying he was being 'abused'. Of course, the academy hadn't listened to the poor little man, but Dorian had to wonder why he went through so many assistants. Some of them had even liked him, he'd just tested a little too far....but he wouldn't get into that! Walking over to the door calmly, he straighted out his vaugely wrinkly long white blouse and shook the dust from the floor from his black workpants that were a pinch too long since he was used to wearing heels of some sort.
"Can I help----a girl? Why in hell would a girl be up here...." he poked his head out to look around, a cheshire cat grin on his face, thinking it was some of his colleages pulling a prank again. He really did love his fellow doctors. They all had a certain sense for fun that was hard to find int he workplace. Leaning against the doorframe, he laughed a little, cocking his head while all his white hair fell to one side. "You can go home now miss. Haha. I can't beleive my friends actually sent a hooker up to my house....not that I think you look old enough, really. What do your parents think of this situation? Aren't they willing to help you?" he laughed, then frowned as he thought he'd never let ANY child of his do something so ludicrious. Not that it would be smart for him to have any real children anyways. The world would be a better place without little Dorian's running around. With a loud sigh, he opened the door, smelling his curry and wanting to return to it.
"The least I can do is give you a good meal for your trouble, madam. I know it's hard to find this place, and dreadful to get into the building without an access card. BUT! That aside, I hope you like curry and chicken tikka, because that's what I'm making at the moment. Oh! Do try and be quiet though, Claudia's in the back room sleeping." he tossed over his shoulder as he just walked into the kitchen, leaving the door open so she could choose to come in or not. Run away, or face the crazy lion's den? But Dorian cared not for questions that compared him to some dangerous animal, and instead went back to his cooking, humming happily again.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 12:47 pm
What the-...
Well, some friends this guy must have. Reddening a bit with indignant fury, Longway glared at him faintly, showing she wasn't exactly amused.
Perfect, seriously. At least nothing else could make this any more awkward, so let's just ignore he just implied I look like someone who has no better way of making a living. Now, no, don't you bite back, eaaasy now.
When he invited her in -however wrong the reason-, Timka snorted dejectedly, pulled her frown into a wry smirk and barged in. At least this guy looked about as good as the profile picture she had of him.
"Sorry for interrupting your musical intermezzo there... I assure you nobody's pulling a prank on you." she said, having to refrain from grumble-muttering as she closed the door behind her. "Also I'm nearly thirty, thank you very much." Go diss other short people, before I start taking it personally. "Didn't think you were someone to prefer them old and wrinkled, either." Not that I ever met you, of course. A soft click announced she'd put the lock on. At least she wasn't making a lot of noise.
Following Dorian to where we cas cooking, and casting grudgy-uneasy glances around, Longway tried to find something to say to at least get him to realise she was here for business.
"So, we heard you wanted an Essentic?"
... suure, barge in right away huh.
At least she kept her distance, incase something or other about that wold send him into mad-crazy rage. Or worse, another song.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 1:10 pm
Dorian chuckled when she made a comment about her being nearly thirty. So she was his age then? Maybe a year or two younger. She was a firey one though, he had to give her that. He almost liked her more for it. Shaking his head though, he dolled out the curry onto two plates he'd grabbed down from the cuppboard and loaded them both up with his exquisite indian food. He really wasn't a bad cook. He was great actually. Marianna had always been the one who burned s**t. Putting a plate onto the counter for her as she asked about the Essentic, he frowned.
"Essentic?....oh! You mean that little shop, Life Essentials, right? Well, by all means, yes I was interested. If I could have a homegrown assistant, that'd be wonderuful. Even the assistants I LIKE end up leaving because they say if you can make it two years as my assistant, you can get a job anywhere in the company. So it'd be nice to have an assistant I wouldn't have to replace every so often, one that could help me monitor Claudia and check how her experiments are going." he conceeded, taking his fork and munching on some spicy curry. It was masala sauce that was in it technically, but on his plate he always added extra curry pepper to make it spicy. He'd left her plate alone. Leaning over with his hand out, he decided to greet her and make up for his mistake.
"Look at how rude I've been, my name is Dorian Cromwell. But just call me Dorian or 'Dori' like some of my friends do. I didn't MEAN to offend you with the age bit. I just thought your babyface belonged in college, you don't look like you're over twenty-one at best. It's nice to know you're about my age though. And I don't like them old and wrinkled.....I try to stay away from women for the most part at all. I'm widowed, and have no intention to replace my wife." he nodded, still waiting for her to take his hand and shake it. He hoped she'd do it soon, because he wanted to eat some more.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 12:56 am
... alright, that did smell delicious. Almost made her wish she had skipped lunch.
Finish this first.
"Good deduction, I'm from Life Essentials. Nice to see you've made up your mind there, we figured that was what you needed." Okay then, Timka really, really wanted to get this over with now -what why are you eating? oh hell, do what you want, it's your home after all.
Oh, adding some reverse flattering hm? ...hard to deny the fact they did hit home a bit, though, and her mood mellowed somewhat.
"We're not a dating service, so that should be no problem." she cast him a slightly smug grin, extended her hand and shook his firmly. "I'm Timka Longway. Nice to meet you, 'Dory'. If you don't mind me getting to the point..." Letting his hand go again, she turned her backpack around, reached into it, and quite bluntly set down a coconut before him, with a sharp twhock.
"You can have this."
.... a coconut? Or an avocado, at leat something rather heavy, hard and huge, for a Spark. That's what it was, faint wispy green tendrils furrowing from a centre spot like lukewarm smoke. All his to take, he'd just proven he knew what to do with it.
He better knew what it was and not try to eat it.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 3:43 pm
Dorian nodded with understanding as he assumed this was what he'd signed up for. Looking at the....rock, though, he felt a little jipped. What was he supposed to do with a rock? Strap it on his belly and rub it like a baby? Looking up at her with mild disbeleif in his eyes, he quietly chewed some more food, making sure to waff the smell over to her since she hadn't touched hers. He liked cooking for other people, and he wanted to make sure he wasn't the only one who liked his cooking.
Poking the rock he looked at it and cocked his head. "I'm not looking a gifthorse in the mouth by any means but.......does the rock DO anything or is it just a rock that's supposed to make feel happy vibes?" he questioned, sliding the rock over to his side, somehow becoming vaugely protective of it. Looking down at it, he pursed his lips, using a single finger to pet the rock tentatively.
"Hmmm........I'm assuming it'll grow into something? Kinda like a seamonkey kit right? Is it gonna be my assistant? Hm. Well, I guess I'll keep it and see what happens. Hardy little thing, isn't it? Grow up big and strong, little rock." he nodded in agreement, patting the rock two times in rapid succession, as if spurring the poor little dormant Spark on towards better and bigger things. He felt warm somehow, like all this buisness would work out splendidly and there was so much trouble they could get into and so much fun they'd have. Hopefully it'd be more reliable than Dorian himself. Looking to Timka he frowned, cocking his head.
"Is that all, or do you have further need of my attention? Do I need to know anything in particular to take care of it?" he questioned vaugely, leaving the answer open for her to either chat or leave. He didn't care which, but he gave a pointed look to the plate of curry and chicken.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 11:04 am
Happy vibes? =.='
Dear lord, he really didn't know much about these, didn't he. ... a-and stop trying to appease me with food! Business comes first.
"It won't do anything at all until you tell it what to do. How aboutcha take a moment, be the sappiest you can be and 'open your heart' and all that jazz. Let it Bond to you, recognise you as its owner, give it its purpose. You know, think to it." She made sure to put in 'quotation marks' with her fingers clearly. It was quite a mushy procedure, come to think of it. In earlier days, you just grabbed a rock, hmph'd at it what you needed and tossed it into the pile of to-be-handworkers. Nowadays, with the energy so abundant, they had become quite anspruchsvoll.
"Once it has a master and a purpose, it'll grow. First into what we call Proto stage, how they used to be before the Crisis resolved... Given proper stimuli, they become more human, and more flexible later on... It's all in here if you need it." Keeping her eyes on Dorian as he played with the Spark, she quickly slipped a hand into her pack, and slapped the beginner's guide on the table beside it.
"Even little girls can do it, I don't think you should have any trouble with it. It's a Service-type, by the way." Thought I'd let you know. Pretty self-explanatory, I guess.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 8:44 pm
Oooh. A begginners guide. That just made Dorian excited and he put his plate down for a moment and picked it up, leafing through the interesting pages. It was basically like a 'How to [insert here] for Dummies' book. Only without the witty annotations. He'd have to add some. That just made reading it more fun. Setting it down, he crouched in front of the table until he was eye level with the rock, and poked it with a cheshire cat grin. Ah, curiosity killed the cat, but Dorian was above average and figured he could avoid it.
"Hey there, my dear little rock. I figure you're like a coma patient now and you're being forced to listen to me and won't remember it conciously, but I'm Dorian Cromwell. I'm going to be your new partner in life, and I don't take well to slackers on the job. You're a part of this household now and when you wake up, you're pulling your own weight like any other decent person. Welp, this nice woman here says I need to give you an official job, and I've been needing an assistant you see. When you wake up, I can explain better what that job entails, but for now, just know that when I ask you to do something it must be done without question. Besides that, I'm pretty lazy myself and won't make you do too much, but I can't wait to meet you someday soon, and introduce you to our Claudia. She'll be just as much yours as she is mine now. Welcome to the family, little guy." he smiled at the rock, petting it with a single finger calmingly. As he finished, he felt a little shock through his finger and an overwhelming sense of 'rightness' and good wellbeing about him and stood up with a mildly shocked look on his face.
Maybe this little thing that was still sleeping away the days really WOULD make his life better? He had the feeling it would, somehow, turn out for the best. Looking to Miss Longway, he gave her one of his rare, genuinely thankful smiles. It was a smile that could kill anybody with it's calm peacefullness and all around seraphic look. He didn't do it often, as it ruined his image as a crazy doctor that had no emotional ties to anything or anyone but really did. But this time, he did feel grateful, really. A new chapter in his life was starting, and the smile morphed into one of happy wonder as he turned back to look at the dormant Spark. He pet it with his thumb again, and just kept looking at that happy green glow that made things seem like they'd be put back in order soon, and life would be good again.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 1:13 pm
"Well aren't you being pretty vocal about it... Most people go into inner monologue, you know." Timka commented after his casual-involved chitter to the Spark. His warm expression elicted a soft smile on her own face though, once she'd gotten rid of the snark.
Awwwww.
Seriously now.
.... and now she didn't know what to do. Once, twice she opened her mouth to say something, and then she forgot again.
Err. Umm, yeah. Hah.
STOP LOOKING MOE, CREEPY DOCTOR. You're turning my image of you upside down.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 5:54 pm
Dorian chuckled softly at her comment about the 'inner monologue and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face and raising an eyebrow. With a mischevious grin, he turned back to her, making sure subconciously to keep his hand near his new spark.
"Well, I hate to disappoint you madam, but I'm not most people. Best way to bond with someone is to talk to them. It's clinically proven that children will die in infancy without a human voice and a smile of affection to keep them going. I'd like to say the same about all living creatures. It's a bit romantisized, but I think it's sweet that living creatures need the affection of another person to live and grow," he smiled his answer, thinking it was funny how she kept opening and closing her mouth like a little fish. It was a bit strange though, to have someone else linger in the house. With a sigh of resignation that she wasn't going to stay for a meal, he picked up her plate and set it on the counter, taking out a plastic container to store it in the fridge.
Just mundane, everyday things. Things that made even Dorian just another human being.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 12:53 pm
"That's all fine and dandy mister I assure you, just know you're handling a tool there. Before you know it you'll start talking to plants." No offense to Elst...
Alright, she was plenty awkward now.
"Say, I'd hate to bother you any further, sides I have... stuff to do. People to feed, apartments to save and all... The Spark won't eatcha, you'll be fine, na."
Gack, can I leave? You're like, nice and all, but you're still willying me out. Also, done eating.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 2:41 pm
Dorian nodded and waved her off, gesturing towards the door with a casual flick of the hand while sitting down at the table the spark was on to examine it a little more.
"Yes yes, feel free to leave now. In fact, I'd prefer it. I'd like to study it a little and then get back to work, madam. That's all." he said in a very dismissive manner, as if she was nothing more than a speck in the massive universe and he was the ruler of the cosmos. Totally ignoring her and letting her leave, Dorian went back to his inner musings and didn't spare one more thought to the strange woman with green hair.
*Yes, this is his ending/letting her go so you know. *
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 11:33 pm
Phew.
Now I can *skitter* in peace.
[[Indeed, this is considered Complete ~<3 Pickups done!]]
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