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 Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 9:58 pm
Prosper stared at the tag in his hand, remembering the details of that specific account. He knew almost all the accounts that were at PLC, there were only a few that he didn't know, but this one he knew. He had just recieved word that the tag for that account was to be sent out. Wondering what had happened to the previous Owner, the young man walked around to his desk in his wide office. With a blank expression, he pulled out a plain white envelope and addressed it. The young manager then handed it to the post man that was waiting for it and waited, hoping that the recipient of the tag would arrive soon.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 10:27 pm
Clutching a rather tattered piece of paper in one hand and holding a young blondish boy by the other, Faewynd entered the rather ominous building and peered around. What on earth... leaning down, she quietly admonished her son to behave himself before approaching the front desk and smiling a little nervously. Spotting Prosper, she made her way towards him and cleared her throat. "Excuse me? Sir?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 10:36 pm
Raising his head slowly, a smile grew on Prosper's face as he saw the young woman in front of him. "Ah, hello. You must be Mistress Faewynd. Welcome to Past Legacies Corp. I am Prosper Reed, the manager of this fine establishment." His blue eyes darted down to the tattered piece of paper, "I see that you have recieved the tag, very good. You can give that over to this young lady over here," he gesture towards Veroncia, "and she will hand you your key."
He waited then asked, "Is there anything you would like to know before you see your safety deposit box?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 10:39 pm
Fae handed the piece of paper to the woman behind the counter and blinked at Prosper. "Questions? Well... yes, actually. You see... I never actually opened up a bank account here. So I think there must be some sort of mistake. This is a bank, right?" She fretted, distractedly trying to smooth her son's hair while he in turn tried to escape her ministrations.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 10:58 pm
"We specialize in safety deposit boxes for family heirlooms with a certain quality." He smiled knowingly. "So the creator of this account here would have been one of your ancestors or perhaps someone as close as your grandparents."
As Prosper finished speaking, the blonde girl brought out a box onto the counter and opened it. Then waiting until the conversation was over Veronica cleared her throat softly to get Fae's attention. "Here is your key."
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 11:06 pm
"Family? But I dont..." Shaking her head a little, she glanced down at the key. The delicate scroll that lay in the box made her blink. It was beautiful but.. "It doesn't look like a key" She said doubtfully. And then smiled, realizing she was being terribly ungracious. Clutching the key tightly she shrugged off her doubts. "Thank you" she said to Veronica, and then repeated the words to Prosper. "Thank you. So... now what?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 5:15 pm
Coming around from behind the counter, Prosper gestured to the door to his right, Fae's left, where the guard stood. "I hope you have memorized the information that was written down on the tag."
Leading the young woman inside the room, the manager began a very simple explaination, "You'll need to punch in the necessary information into that touch pad at the far end of the room. You may have as long as you need to access and assess your Heirloom. If you are ready to leave the just knock on the door and the guard will let you out." He paused before adding, "I must warn you that if you do punch in something incorrectly then the security alarm system will go off and then you will have to be arrested."
Smiling he left Fae in the middle of the room where the table was located and as he closed door he said, "Enjoy your time, m'am."
(( Now it is all you on how you are going to go through the process of accessing and reacting to the Heirloom. Don't forget to add the knock so that I can RP with you to end this. ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:17 pm
Once in the room, Fae sighed and set the scroll on an elegant little table. "Hassan," she said, turning to her son, "sit in that chair and go ahead and summon yourself a treat. I don't know how long this is going to take." The little boy sat obediently and began summoning boxes wrapped in bright paper out of thin air. After tearing open several of them, he finally found one with some cookies in it and munched contendedly, the tiny fairy that was hidden in his pocket coming out and sharing in the bounty.
Walking over to a touch-pad monitor, Fae frowned and then entered her account number. The monitor asked for her password. Frowning, Fae stared. Password? There wasn't any password... She made a move to type something in and then changed her mind, terrified that she'd enter the wrong thing and get arrested. "Bloody unfair...dont even give a girl a password...bet it's some kind of set up." Thinking hard, Fae finally shrugged. What was it that had been written on that slip of paper? There was an address... not likely. And an account number... already entered that. Oh! Oh! At the bottom... next to the word key had been another word. Time? Tack? Tuck! Maybe...
With a faint sense of dread in the pit of her stomach, Fae entered the word. No alarms, just the soft whirring of a well-oiled conveyor belt. It spat a dull looking metal box out in front of her. The box, yes, was dull. And locked. The lock itself wasn't exactly normal, it was setup with letters, each one on it's own little dial. Feeling much more confident, Fae retrieved the scroll from the table and carefully untied the ribbon, tucking the rose that was slid behind it into her pocket. Written in ancient and barely legible script was some sort of poem... but not in a language that she immediately recognized. But there, at the bottom scrawled in what looked like fresher ink (at least fresher than the poem) was a word.
Fitzwalter
Well... ten letters to the word (name?) and ten letters to the lock. Dialing in the word, Fae heard a soft click and the lock fell away. Crowing in triumph, she opened the box. Laying on a bed of black velvet gleamed an old bronze celtic-styled cross. She reached in and picked it up, watching it shine brightly in the light. There was a pin on the back, like a brooch. Well then. Pinning the pretty thing to the front of her dress and tucking the scroll into a pocket, she walked to the door and knocked sharply, feeling awash in confusion. Who on earth would have left this to her? There was something strange about it... but she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:04 am
The guard opened the slowly, and tipped his hat towards the young woman before moving aside so that she could leave the barren room. Soon where she would met with Prosper, who held a leathered book in his hands.
Looking up at the Fae, he smiled and motioned her over to a corner where there were sofas and seats as well as a small table. He waited for her to be seated before beginning, "Now, this is your Account Record. It is where you will record everything that happens with your Legacy. Your Legacy would be the heirloom that you found in your safety deposit box." He paused for a bit but continued just as quickly, preventing Fae from interrupting him with any questions, "Here at Past Legacies Corp., we hold onto special accounts for special families as I have told you. Obviously you are of one. Now the reason lies in your family legacy, I am not privy to tell you the details of it since it was clearly stated in the contract when your family account was created. You will have to find that out for yourself. Your only clues being the Heirloom and Key."
Settling the Record on the table, he opened it to the first page and pulled out a pen, "I must explain to you that there is magic in our business and in your family as well which how this has come to be. In time your Heirloom will manifest itself into a child to personify your family legacy. That Legacy will have a companion, your Key, which it's name is Tuck, your account code name. The Key too will take on a shape of something like a familiar. It can be any creature of myth or life and of any disposition.
"Now by accepting these items and giving me the name to your Legacy, the second portion of your contract will begin." Prosper looked up at the woman with the small child and smiled, "The contract clearly states that you shall be having a little girl."
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:14 am
Fae blinked. Shook her head, blinked again. Oooookay. Well, it wasn't as strange as it could have been. Hassan had been a candy-cane once, after all. Turning to her son, she smiled. "Sweetie, how would you feel about having a little sister?" She asked, as if there were actually any choice in the matter.
"Sister?" Hassan thought about it, then his face lit up brightly. "Yeah! I want a sister! I can teach her how to explore and make cookies and..." The little boy continued rambling on about all the great stuff he could teach a sister to do.
With a small shrug and a smile, Fae turned back to Prosper. "Well, it sounds like we accept. I never thought a trip to the bank would land me with a daughter." After a moment of thought, she smiled again. "Lets call her Sorcha, shall we? I've always loved that name."
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 9:31 pm
Prosper led out a deep breath, he had been worried that the girl would freak out and then start rambling with questions which would go in endless circles, but that did not happen and he was grateful.
"All right. Sorcha it is." He said quietly as he quickly wrote the name on a certificate on the first page of the Record in his stylized calligraphy handwriting. Then turning the book around to face the blonde girl he held a pen to her and pointing at a blank spaced instructed, "Sign here to finalize the transfer."
He watched and then looked closely at the signature before adding his own and snapping the book shut sharply. "That concludes our business for now. I'll keep in touch through the Record letting you know when you will have to come in." Screwing his face in thought, Prosper asked, "I did tell you that the Record is also viewable by our end here at the corporation, correct? Whatever you write in the Record is monitored by our Staff and whatever we write in your Record you may see as well. But please feel free to contact us here at Past Legacies through more mundane means."
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 4:45 pm
Fae smiled and nodded, gathering up her record, the scrollkey and her son. "Thank you. I'm sure I'll be bothering you quite frequently." She half-joked. "Have a nice day." Still a little stunned and confused about this whole bank thing, but also rather excited, she took her leave and headed home.
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