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Gracious Conversationalist
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 Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 7:45 am
Private RP between Misha (Graficcha) & Astan and the twins (Smerdle)
Location: Astan's home
Time: later on the day
Weather: No rain indoors last I checked~
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:03 am
Finding a quiet moment again -not that the nursery was anything but drenched in calm solitude most of the time, but still- Misha'd taken some time to get his priorities back into order. They kept shuffling around without his consent, and it made him tetchy if the state of internal disarray lasted too long.
Okay, the dayjob was still ongoing. Quite a relief, that, at least he had no problems satisfieing his inate need for doing the very thing he had been made for. His Purpose would be the last thing driving him crazy right now.
Timka was doing fine, easily a dozen times his age she knew very well how to handle herself, growing into a cat-thing slowly or not. Let's just forget that awkward sister of hers, and that field is clear, too. Elst... not much to do about that. hell, the kittens were harder to please if it came down to it. As long as he could have Timka doting on him regularly there was no reason to worry about him, the bunny suupposed.
Aoi then, an entirely different matter. He'd spent days and days trying to figure that one out, not to much avail. He'd continue to do his best to be there for him whenever needed, and between himself and Vin, the general responsibility seemed divided about evenly. Things would be alright...
But then, there was this other thing he'd completely lost track of, what with the recent events piling up on crashcourse. Kimberley, the cavern-collapse with Ziazan, Aoi again, phew.
Hooboy.
Jolting up in the middle of a short break between deliveries -he'd just dropped off some paperwork at the district attorney's office- Misha decided rather bluntly to drop the remainder of the work for today. This was more important.
It had taken no more than a split-second to scry around for the presence he'd been trying to locate for a while now, and much to his surprise, this time he got a clear location. Wow. And it wasn't even that ridiculously far away, too. No black-marketry headed up north going on then, thank the gods.
Yes, now he finally knew where to go with his message. No time to lose, please be okay, wherever, whoever you are.
~____
Not long later, Misha found himself right before a door. A surprisingly normal-looking door. Somehow he'd been expecting something creepier. The signals he was feeling, coupled with a definite sense that this was where he needed to be for his errand, was enough to erase any doubts, though.
Awh hell. Don't chicken out now...
Rubbing the base of his injured right ear awkwardly, trying to dispel an upcoming headache, the bunny messenger hesitated for only a moment longer. He needed to know what had become of the Spark.
Knock, knock.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 12:15 pm
"Usually people eat it with sauce, but... okay." Astan had placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of the protos seconds ago and the two had dug in immediately, Rahk going so far as to climb in the bowl to retrieve the noodles.
"This is good," it said. "We shall try sauce another day."
Ro nodded as it always did, but suddenly stopped both nodding and chewing to stare at the door. Astan's apartment was on the third floor, but he was still accustomed to the noises of people making their way through the halls, so much so that he hadn't noticed anything amiss. Not that there was anything to notice. Ro wasn't used to the noises yet, but that hadn't been the reason it had looked up. Something familiar was coming.
Rahk confirmed this between bites, but by that point, their visitor had arrived.
"Someone is at the...
Knock, knock.
"...door."
The smile on Astan's face faded a bit as his attention shifted from the antics of the Essentics to his unwanted visitor. "Stay here," he warned, but Rahk was already halfway to its destination, making its way toward the stack of stuff Astan had piled at the kitchen counter's end. He turned to Ro, who raised its arms to be carried.
It was like that - Ro on his shoulder and Rahk at his feet - that he answered the door. He had only decided to open it because a glance through the peephole had revealed someone vaguely familiar, and that someone had been at a party where Essentics had been present. Maybe he knew something about what Astan should be doing.
"Hey, you were at that ball thing, right?" he asked without preamble.
"He should come in. We have spaghetti."
"Yeah, if you want. Come in." The apartment wasn't the cleanest on record, but Astan hadn't been expecting anyone either.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:21 am
Misha had been expecting about anything at that point. The onky good thing was that he was certain that whoever he would meet now was not the one who had broken into the shop, no, they'd found the responsible one a while ago already.
It took the bunny a while to summon the memory related to the one opening the door though. Give me a second here...
For a ridiculously long-lasting moment, Misha just stared his caramel eyes out. Up at the home owner, glance darting to the two small essentics so unashamedly poking about, back to Astan. Was this really going this way? Boy, hard to wrap his mind around, things going this 'smoothly' wasn't how things usually played out.
"Ah. Hello. I... Yeah, I remember you." still staring at all three of them, the messenger nodded slowly, as if doubting what he was saying. That... oh yeah, that meant this guy was, good gods, this guy was all legit! There was no way mister DeLonghy would invite people who couldn't be trusted, right? Right?
As that realistion hit home, his expression suddenly lightened up considerably. For a moment, he practically had to hold himself back from tackleglomping the man into oblivion.
"Y-you found it! Them! H-how... That's amazing!" 8D
The entire spaghetti/coming in- deal had slipped his attention for the time being, right now he seemed rather preoccupied visibly bursting with joy and relief. He'd get to crossfire-questioning the poor man soon enough.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 7:25 am
"Not by looking, I'll tell you that much," Astan said, unable to keep a slight smile off of his face in response to Misha's happiness. "It was all the strangest thing..." His voice trailed off and he glanced down at Rahk, as if knowing it would interrupt but hoping it would not.
"He does not think it is right to let us stay," it said. "I told him we would not live with anyone else."
"Look, I um... I just said that in case... I didn't know those rock things were how they got... attached to people," he muttered, still oblivious to the fact that the bunny messenger had once been one of those 'rock things.' "I'm not all that sure how this works." But now that you're here and all happy about the situation for some reason... Astan shifted to one side of the doorway and Rahk mimicked the motion.
C'mon in, the movement said. People in this building are nosy.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 11:30 am
"Ah, I can't wait to hear. Were they... wow, two, for real, were they okay? They bonded with you ne." Misha nodded eagerly, forgetting all about the ache in his bandaged ear. Ah, yes yes, sure, let's not sty out here in semi-public.
Heeding their call, Misha inched indoors, then burst all over again.
"By the gods this is such a coincidence, what Purpose do you two have now? Oh of course you won't leave him now, that's a ridiculous idea." on and on the rambling went, chattering to the to small protos excitedly. Only then did he think about actually informing the new owner of 'the workings'.
"You really don't know? Hooboy, I'm sure I'll be able to answer the general questions for you." he grinned at Astan. "What DO you know?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 1:31 pm
Astan smirked at Misha's excited chatter, but the protos didn't seem to find it anything other than normal. Ro motioned to be let down and Astan obliged, watching the silent proto join Rahk at Misha's feet.
"I know they have jobs," he said. "And that they can look like these two, obviously, or other things. I saw a plant at the party and a floating scaly guy too. I didn't know about the rocks, even though I probably should've, but now I do. And... a Purpose?" Astan supposed that was the job. Besides asking a million questions, braiding his hair and disagreeing with nearly everything he said, the pair hadn't done a lot in the way of work. But maybe a conventional job was not what this young man meant. In a sudden flash, Astan recalled that night in the park and the voices in his head. Yes, they had asked what their Purpose was. He didn't remember if he had actually answered. "I'm not sure."
"We are here to protect Astan's sense of humor and sanity," Rahk said. Ro smiled and raised its right arm in agreement, the one with the little built-in shield. "To tell him when he is wrong, but also take his side when others think he is wrong, even when they are correct. We will comfort him and defend him as best we can. And we will never leave."
Overly dramatic much?
Astan chuckled and had the grace to look embarrassed. "I'm Astan, by the way."
"What is your Purpose?" Rahk asked the bunny.
Wait...
"You're an Essentic?" Clearly, Astan hadn't known that either.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 11:22 pm
"Hm, jobs, right. Ah, that'd be Aoi and Lauss." Misha clarified with a firm nod, that slipped into a quite giddy grin soon after. "Lauss isn't scaly anymore though." What a sight that'd be.
"The rocks we call Sparks. With the floaty-gooey stuff on top, that's basically the Essence we're made of. And we can't really exist before a human bonds with it and assigns it a Purpose, it's pretty simple." :3 The bunny had been about to ask what exactly he'd asked the pair to do for him when Rahk so valiantly provided an answer. Oh my.
"... you didn't give him much time to think it over did you." Misha squatted down in front of them, grinning. "It's a noble purpose, caring for someone. A hard one to live by, too." Good luck with that one, little ones, I sure wish you all the best. Before that smile of his had the chance to become overly mushy, Astan demanded his attention again. Good gods what a big guy that man was.
"Ah, pleased to meet you, mister Astan." Embarrassment? Mother Iris, why? Oh, yet another question? I believe this calls for some introduction.
"My name is Misha, and it is my Purpose to carry out the tasks commonly handed down to a Messenger. Currently I am in the service of Essential Biotics, the place you two came from." as he said that, he added an oddly elegant half-bow, decidedly swishy in nature. "I guess you could also say I'm something of a big brother to you and all of us. If you don't mind me being that, of course." teehee. Let's forget the fact you two are the second Spark I managed to lose track of here~ God I'm such a failure, aren't I.
"? ... I'm glad it doesn't show much, then." Are you serious? Way to shift the topic again. "You honestly couldn't tell?" For a moment the messenger gave his own butt a look. Oh well, my tail isn't showing, so maybe...
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 6:06 pm
He took a moment to store away all of the information Misha provided. Aoi. Lauss, yes, Lee's Essentic. Sparks. Then he spoke. "Nope. I guess I didn't know you guys grew up or anything." Plus, Astan had seen way odder looking humans than Misha over the years, working and hanging out in bars and clubs the way he had. He noted that the Essentic seemed happy he hadn't been able to tell. Would Rahk and Ro be proud to fit in with humans one day? The idea that they would change so drastically at some point kind of freaked him out. It was hard enough finding them a place to sleep as it was.
"We would like to be your siblings, Misha," the mouthy proto said. "This is Ro, and I am Rahk. Your Purpose sounds like a helpful one," it added, as if it truly understood what being a messenger meant. "Astan mentioned a man named Banning was in charge of giving us to humans. Do you work for him?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 11:29 pm
"Nah, we just do our work as pebbles all day eh." geehee, silly man. "When I was just a Proto my arms weren't even long enough to hold most of my deliveries, I'm glad I grew up a bit." he grinned.
When Rahk so flamboyantly announced they'd be taking up on his offer, the bunbuns smiled at them contently. Ah, being a messenger was helpful? "I do try to be." he chuckled.
"Ah yes, master DeLonghy." he nodded cheerfully. "I do work for him, yes, by extent. Miss Longway's my.. err... 'owner' of sorts, and she works for him in turn. Most of the stuff I do is for him." He had no idea at this point Timka and Astan had met outside of the ball before.
Suddenly his good ear flopped up a notch. "Talking about that, hooboy, I'd almost forgotten." he looked up at Astan again. "... would you mind a little bit of paperwork?" ^v^"
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 7:15 pm
"Yeah, I guess that was kind of stupid of me," Astan admitted, chuckling. "If you guys stayed like this forever, you would never be able to really... do anything." Rahk turned and shot him a dirty look before focusing its attention back on Misha.
Astan hoped his reaction to the mention of Longway hadn't registered on his face. So, Timka actually had an Essentic and this was him. He might have guessed, with her being at the party and all. Interesting. Well, that would have to be a discussion for another time, then.
"Yeah, paperwork's fine. As long as I'm not signing my life away or anything." Astan smiled.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 11:46 pm
Heehee, if he admitted it was stupid himself... No, bad bunny, don't you go insulting new owners, this guy's totally fine, right? Oh wipe that smirk off your face will you.
At least he missed that odd look completely.
"Nah, we'll only require your immortal soul and cookies." he chuckled, then leaned aside to dig into his -by not pretty worn-out- messenger bag. Carefully he retrieved a broad roll, popped the lid off. "It's nothing much really... all master DeLonghy asks is for you to sign a document in which you'll promise not to... blather around about us and all. We wouldn't be very happy about people going all Hunt on us again, you see." Don't mind me preferring things calm and cosy. Eheh.
"It's nothing legal or illegal, just a token of both-ways trust." with a calm smile at the man, he slipped out the parchment and rolled it out, then gave it to Astan to read over.
"Not sure if I brought a pen." >>
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 4:16 pm
Ro scurried under the couch, emerging moments later with a ballpoint pen, the cap nibbled on by something or another. It held the pen out to Astan who promptly bent over to retrieve the proto and its writing implement.
"Sure," he said. "Wouldn't want that. Cookies seem like a small price to pay." Astan had a small distracted smile on his face, but he wasn't truly listening to the conversation anymore, focusing instead on reading DeLonghy's contract. After a time he deemed everything sound, at least to his unlawyerly eyes, and he sat on a stool at the kitchen island to put pen to paper, vowing to care for his hand-crafted housemates to the best of his abilities.
Left to its own devices, shoulder-perching Ro began to braid Astan's hair again while its floor bound sibling remained uncharacteristically silent. Maybe Rahk was rendered speechless by the fact that Astan had just committed to keeping them around, or maybe it just had nothing to say.
"There you go," Astan said, handing the contract back to Misha. "Completely painless."
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 4:47 pm
Misha stood there swaying on his heels for a moment, smiling over nothing n particular as he waited patiently. My, what a helpful thing that Ro was. So active, too, for its size.
The contract itself was surprisingly devoid of any fine print and legal mumbo, if anything scripted more like a student council oath than a high-profile document. Had to admit, the swishy font complimented the parchment-look nicely. Let's just hope the twins don't start unraveling the protective charms on it.
Whoop, and he was done already. The messenger chipperly received the document back, rolling it up neatly and shoving it back into its holder. hen he noticed something else.
"Are you alright?" he squatted down loosely, and tilted his head at Rahk. Chattermouth gone qiet, how odd.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 7:35 am
"Yes. Fine," Rahk said. It rubbed its palms together briefly and nodded. "I am glad he signed," was all it added on the matter, but there was a bit of a smile on its face for anyone who cared to look.
Astan crossed the room once more, taking a seat on the couch carefully, so as not to disturb his passenger. "Would you like a drink or something?" he asked Misha. His mind was busy processing everything he had learned since his visitor had arrived, but it kept coming back to the whole 'turning human' thing. "Can I ask you? What made you... grow up?" Does everyone get rabbit ears?
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