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Gracious Conversationalist
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 Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 3:41 am
This is the PRP Contracting/ Essence Spark Pickup RP for Eternal Newbie
Location: Life Essentials shop
Weather: Early summer, convenient hour of the day
Graficcha/EssentialShrimp will RP Banning & Rugovin.
Eternal Newbie will RP Gunner Wold.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 2:45 pm
Vargash lay in the rain, one day.
A storm had stolen into town in the dark of night three days ago, and the residents of the city had woken to a steady downfall and a sky woven out of wool. The first day it thundered, and rattled eaves and bones; the second it poured raindrops like bullets that turned the streets into rapids and travel into a war zone; and today it drizzled a fine mist that snuck into every crevice, every keyhole, and chilled everything it touched. The world felt like it would never be dry again. Conversation Vergash-wide had dipped below even the level of water puns into monosyllabic grunts, and every weather mage in town was studied with narrow eyes.
That day, in one of the narrow streets the crisscrossed one of the dimmer districts of Vargash, a man stood in front of a shop and rubbed at his eyes.
Gunner Wold muttered, "damn rain."
A person looking out into the fog would see a tell gentleman with silver hair and moustache, with steady blue eyes and a steady carriage, dressed in a white dress shirt, black pants, simple coat, and a black fedora. What they couldn't tell (unless they had advance information on him) was that he was a police captain, that he'd been conducting an off-the-books investigation, that he was very tired, and that he'd spent the past quarter of an hour studying the exterior of Life Essentials.
He was such a fool. Weeks of effort, and his the only lead was that it was possible this shop had some theoretical connection with a few hysterical sightings and a blurry photograph in his pocket. A shop, furthermore, owned by a Duke of the Upper District. He should leave and actually find some goddamn concrete evidence against this guy. He should come back with a squad for backup, complete with anti-magic units.
Instead he took a deep breath, removed his hat, and pushed in the door.
((Feel free to assume he hasn't taken much time covering his investigative tracks, and if there's something you want added/changed please let me know ^_^; ))
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 2:10 pm
Inside the small business unit, made to feel less cold by the choice of its inner aesthetics, Banning was going about his business as usual, up on the second floor. Bureaucratics, aristocratics, taxes; he handled it all well. Unconcerned he was, relaxed, knowing his brother was lurking in the lobby and a certain other individual, on top of his usual networked precautions, was watching his back as well. The daily threats he was informed of, though, to be honest, none of his sources had let him know this mister Wold who'd been keenly tracing him for a while, would actually show up at his doorstep.
Tsk, peculiar fellow, that Marten-individual. Just as he'd leaned back in his desk chair, in a rare moment of idly pondering how the man might be faring with his new double charge, he heard Vin's heavy footfall heading towards the door downstairs.
What was it now? Bane sat up, stood up, and headed to the door to exit his office. How things had changed lately... Normally, he would have patiently waited for his secretary to come and fetch him should he be required in dealing with customers. The lady, however, was not in for the time being.
No, mister Wold would have to face an entirely different sort of person coming to the shop. No friendly-snarky cat-woman this time, but a tree of a stern, notoriously cautious man.
You'd be cautious as well if your very existence was breaking the law.
Vin had heard the disturbance by the door, had risen from the couch to now be caught dozing, defenseless, almost stalked into the hall but swerved and began pacing in the lobby before he reached it. Steady now, you idiot parrot, you'll only make yourself look suspicious if you go and try to glare possibly harmless visitors into the ground right at the doorstep. The grey feathers hidden in his equally dusty hair rose, and flattened down again in his agitation, and then he planted himself by the lobby desk with a stubborn setting of his jaw, a crossing of his muscles arms and a purposefully rebellious leaning into it.
And then he stood back straight, because damn, the edge of the desk had just poked him in the back rather painfully. Stupid desk, stupid visitors, oh by the Goddess, the first troublemaker to come in here would regret it for sure. That sneaky Marten-person had gotten away with it...
Let's see who it was this time.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 12:03 pm
The decor was much more subdued and tasteful than Wold was expecting. Fortune-telling shops (which this must be) were usually gaudy to captivate the inexperienced, and even if the shop-owner was noble-blooded - oh hello.
He paused from his perusal of the shop to stare momentarily at the man glaring right back at him. This was not what he had expected. Between his aggressive-defensive posturing and his stare of physical fitness, this person looked to be more of a bouncer than any sort of service-related employee. A crack of suspicion appeared in his thoughts - what kind of shop was this...?
Well, can't leave the fellow just standing there. That'd be impolite. Wold put on his most disarming, friendly face - nothing to see here, just a harmless old man who's come in from the rain - and stepped forward to reach out a hand. "Hello there! I apologize for just walking in, but I noticed your sign and thought to try out your services. I seem to be a bit lost." He paused. That last statement was a little more truthful than he had intended. Anyway. "The name's Wold. I assume you're the owner?"
Of course he wasn't, unless DeLonghy held a strictly-patron status...now that he thought of it, this person had a resemblance to the Duke in question. He obviously wasn't pure human (Wold's eyes flickered over the feathers in the person's hair) but it was a little much to be a coincidence. He was too old to be a hidden child of the Duke himself, probably...maybe some sort of cousin?
He had the small pistol hidden under his jacket that he carried most everywhere, but if this encounter turned bad or if there turned out to be more "employees" in the wings...too late to worry about that now, he supposed.
(He's dripping water on the carpet, by the way. Hope it's not too expensive.)
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 3:03 pm
So there we had out intru-.. well, customer.
Rugovin couldn't but keep up that hostile glare for the first few seconds, while he actively berated himself, debated, chastised and nagged internally until he got control over his expressions again and wrangled himself into a more relaxed stance. The warning, threatening aura about him shifted, became subdued and almost mild-mannered when he gave the newcomer a slight, calm nod in welcome, acknowledging and accepting his presence here. He wasn't buying the dilly-dally smiles, but neither of them wanted trouble either.
Alright then, let's give this customer-thing a try then, shan't we.
When he was approached, Vin politely reached out and shook the man's hand, with a calm, somewhat loose grip. With the size and strength of his hands, going for the usual firm greeting wouldn't so much be a display of respect as of intimidation and neglect of the other's potential vulnerability. No, this fellow, as barbaric as he might look, knew how to come across as well-mannered. Reborn a parrot and cast into the wastelands or not, he had been raised in nobility after all.
"I am not the owner, no," Vin answered the man after he'd spoken, "but I know my way around, mostly."
Well, he could only try to help out, he supposed? Somehow, his brother managed to not have the entire operation fall apart with every witless nosy person sneaking in here, so to let this fellow look around was part of the plan, yes?
"Anything I can help you with? Or are you just looking for shelter from that godforsaken downpour... the coat-rack's over there." he thumbed aside at said rack by the wall loosely. The carpet could handle a drip and the man's coat looked like it could ward off rain as well, but most people preferred at least looking dry rather than drowned. Bane also rarely skimped on heating, compared to the DeLonghy manor the electricity bill for this small building was laughable. As a result, the lobby was nice and warm, and it would only take some hot tea to make the atmosphere perfectly comfortable for any dozy cat to nap in.
"There's pamphlets and readers on the coffee table, by the way, if you want anything to read... About this place, at least, I could go see if there's any magazines in the other room..." he muttered then, glancing about for anything to entertain this guest with. Seemed like he'd already gotten used to the idea of having the elder male around for a while. While not very business-oriented, he could at least keep his demeanour hospitable.
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