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 Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 7:01 pm
Magically or perhaps not, you find a piece of parchment in your home. The parchment was so crinkled and browned that the slightest touch might turn it to nothing but dust. But it is sturdier than you think. On the worn piece of paper there is writing in neat black calligraphy that reads:
10809 Old Gambino Dr.
Account # 31-984-27
Key: Charisma
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 7:11 pm
It wasn't that Arch was jaded-- okay, so it was that she'd been jaded. That was precisely the point. But the girl took one glance at the paper and shrugged-- it didn't mean that much, did it? Another summons to another place-- another job, perhaps. Who knew. Did it really matter? Arch didn't need to think about it that much-- she already knew she'd go. At least this time there was a specific address. And an account number and key-- did that mean she had money? ...that would help...
...okay, actually it wouldn't help that much. But still. You could never have too much money.
Wardrobe. Wonderful. What was she supposed to wear to such an occasion? Without further information-- no scrying. Not yet. Just... simplicity. A simple black dress clinging to her curves, her classic stiletto heels, and out the door, driving to this strange location, this alien place, paper hidden in her corset.
Somehow, Arch wasn't surprised by the large building. It wasn't the biggest she'd ever seen-- nor was it the smallest. Average. It didn't matter either way, did it? Size didn't matter. The contents actually could define the true size, couldn't it? Ah well. Inside.
Step, step, listen to the clack the heels made against the ground-- something mildly ominous about the sound, but not for herself, for others, perhaps. A strange whiff of... well, something was in the air, that familiar, personable crackle of power. Anticipation incarnate. She was on her way, and nothing would stop her now. Whatever was waiting for her better be good.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:02 pm
Prosper had heard the woman's heels from his desk, where he had been writing a rather important paper. Naturally, he had put down his pen when he heard the clacking noises, gracefully sweeping out of his seat and walking to the decorative doors that the woman would face. As the gentleman he was, Prosper opened the door wide enough for the woman to enter, stepping aside to let her go just that.
"Welcome" He said courtly, not so much as glancing over her attire. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take a guess at why you're here." Even the ever polite and workaholic Prosper had to have some semblance of fun doing his rather routine business. "You, madam, are here for account three one nine eight four two seven...correct?"
Once she was inside, he closed the door before rounding to face the woman properly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 11:03 am
Perhaps most others would be... surprised, to say the least, that this strange man seemed to have all the information. However, in Arch's world, these things simply happened-- all for a valid and good, if annoying, reason. This man obviously had ties to the supernatural, ties which had brought him to this place, which had led to her discovery of the parchment. Everything was connected-- and not in that goody-two-shoes-witchy-way that all those wiccans were so fond of going on and on about.
"Indeed, I am," Arch replied quietly, her voice demure-- although her mind was quite anything but. This account... what did it hold? Nothing of a particularly valuable nature, she was sure-- she'd taken the time to hunt down all of those accounts a while back with her scrying abilities-- but then again, that was another story.
This story consisted of this man, herself, and a mysterious account-- the contents of which were quite foreign at the moment. The plot thus far appeared to be that the two of them had something to discuss-- for the man desired her to carry some sort of information in the form of this account. Something akin to that.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 2:47 pm
The English man directed the woman towards the lounge area. Being the proper gentleman he was, Prosper waited until she was seated before taking his own seat across from her. Leaning forward slightly, he folded his hands and crossed his legs.
"I am Prosper Reed, manager of this establishment, Past Legacies Corp." He introduced himself with a sweeping bow then standing up straight began his precise speech on the details of the bank all the while pondering about the upcoming events. Something was suppose to happen, not yet but soon.
"And so if you are still interested in Accessing your Account then please follow me over to the front desk and we shall get the process started."
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 11:46 am
Well, that was relatively painless. Arch smiled and stood, following Prosper to the front desk. After all, she had no questions on the matter, she was simply there to do what she thought was necessary, what the path led her down.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 1:54 pm
With Ms. Cash on vacation, Prosper was left alone with reliable Micah to watch over the facility. Not that it was much of a hassle since it was normally quiet except that recently things had been going hay-wire and technicans have been called many times over and over again to look over the situation. He knew that it meant the event would be happening soon, but it didn't make him feel any better about it.
Inwardly he shook himself out of his trance-like thoughts and walked around the counter. Logging himself onto the computer console he began the retrieval process of the account key. The machinerary was whirling soothingly as the small elevator brought up the box that contained the key from a compartment besides the computer.
Looking back at Arch, he held the box in his hands and reminded her, "Please remember all the information on that tag because it will be gone once I give you your Key. And from there, accessing your safe deposit box is soley up to you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 7:59 pm
Raising a delicately sculpted eyebrow, Arch glanced at the paper again-- not that she really needed to, just the illusion of playing along with him. "Very well," she murmured demurely, glancing at the box. It's not that she was trying to play him-- it was merely that you never knew who was watching.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 8:39 pm
After giving Arch a minute to look over the tag, Prosper took it away and slipped a locked safe drawer that was part of the counter. He then presented the young woman with her Key and guided her towards the Vault Room.
"You will be going through this door." He waved his hand towards the door. "At the back the room, there is a touch pad computer where you'll need to insert the information that it asks you for. After correctly inserting the information then your Safety Deposit Box will be retrieved. The table at the center of the room is for you use and you have the room until you are ready to leave.
"When you are ready to leave then knock on the door and Micah will open the door for you." He gave her a wary expression, "You should also know that if you input incorrect information then the security alarm in the Vault Room will go off."
Prosper then stepped out of the way and allowed Micah to reach for the door. The security guard held the door open for Arch as Prosper stood beside the older man.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 8:59 pm
Smiling, Arch nodded, taking her Key. "Of course I understand," she affirmed, glancing at Prosper again only to say, "Thank you," before moving through the door and down to the back of the room.
A little touch pad computer. How quaint and yet expected-- for there to be something so normal in this strangely crafted world of keys and codes. Information, hm? Not that difficult.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 9:05 pm
The touchpad flashed on and requested the following: Account Number: ______________
Account Keycode: _____________
Account Owner: _______________ The computer whirled softly but the monitor would blink on and off sporatically every few seconds then settle for a couple of minutes before starting to blink again.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:02 pm
What a queer pad. Ah well, that wasn't Arch's concern. Inputting the requested information, Arch rolled her eyes slightly. How trivial.
Account Number: 31-984-27
Account Keycode: Charisma
Account Owner: Lady Arch Aneless
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:08 pm
The computer quickly processed the information. A crane began to move from somewhere unseen. With the soft whispering of the machinery, the crane took a hold of the recalled safety deposit box and settled it on to a conveyer belt. The box moved through the vault and into the general area of the vault room to come to halt in front of Arch.
The metallic walls of the vault room hummed softly in response to the box as it waited to be opened.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:15 pm
A box. Right. Stepping quickly over to the box, Arch held the key up to the box, considering it for a moment before shrugging elegantly. Fine, fine. She'd play along. All this cloak and dagger business was a bit trying, but whatever. It wasn't Arch's place to consider what it might mean-- she was only a messenger.
Inserting the key into the box, Arch gently turned it, waiting to hear the catch in the lock.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 11:19 pm
The lock clicked.
The steel box lid popped up gently as the lock was turned to reveal a sliver of what may reside within the box. From the small opening a bright golden ray could be seen as well something dark like crystals or jewels. Perhaps it was something similar to the golden rod like key that had unlocked the safety deposit box.
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