A Letter of Intent to Collect a Debt (Amika)
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Post by Zenna on Jun 9, 2017 19:08:43 GMT -8
Lady Amika, This letter is an official notice giving you two (2) weeks or fourteen (14) days to pay one Zenna Whiterose a total sum of 765gp. The total sum must be paid IN FULL and delivered to MERCHANT BANK 212 Market Street, Tyran Capital no later than the above due date. Any remaining debt after said due date will be subject to 30% weekly interest. Failure to repay this debt in a timely manner will lead to advance collection proceedings. Thank you. Gregory Robins Merchant Bank Debt Collection Dept. This is an official attempt to collect a debt. Any information gained during this process will be recorded and used in future legal proceedings or other necessary actions to achieve satisfactory collections. Merchant Bank is an independent money house not subject to any laws of foreign nations outside Tyran and Tyran Capital. Gregory Robins is a certified officer of Merchant Bank Debt Collections and has been hired by Lady Whiterose for the singular purpose of debt collection. All necessary forms are on file at Merchant Bank and can be obtained upon written request and blood donation. |
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Post by Amika on Jun 9, 2017 22:31:59 GMT -8
Recieved the notice and laughed. "A debt? I dont have a debt. Good luck with that as I haven't signed any contracts with this...Zenna.." she crumbled up the notice and tossed it into a fire with a shake of her head.
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Post by Zenna on Jun 10, 2017 9:39:00 GMT -8
Two more letters would immediately flutter down to replace the one that was destroyed. If those were destroyed, four more would appear. Destroy those, and then there were eight...and so it would continue, the plague of letters doubling themselves and being quite the nuisance. There was no hiding from them, the Finding Spell got as close as it could to the intended target and the instant said target stepped out of supposed cover there they all were. Waiting. Reminding. The Merchant Bank was very successful when it came to debt collections. All the letters read the same as the first with one small addition to the small print at the end: Any dispute of claims filed with Merchant Bank must be submitted to the original claimant. All collection attempts will continue until said claimant revokes the claim.
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Post by Amika on Jun 10, 2017 10:19:40 GMT -8
Each letter she destroyed, more replaced. Doubling until she cried out in frustration. She gathered up all of the letters and poofed at this so called Merchant Bank. She went in and would place them on a desk with a not so nice look on her face. "I am here to see this Gregory Robins who says I owe a debt that is nonexistant. I demand to see what proof he has that I owe such a debt as there are NO contracts of any sort to state such." she looks at the tellers who look beyond petrified. "NOW!" she roared out, her tail whipping to and fro.
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Post by Zenna on Jun 10, 2017 15:14:50 GMT -8
The tellers may have been scared, but Gregory Robins definitely was not. After a teller shakily requested Amika to wait a moment, a tall and very skinny man came out from behind the counter. Everything about him was pale - light blond hair, barely blue eyes, thin colorless lips. He may have appeared washed out, but he had a strong presence. Confident and unhesitant he approached Amika carrying a file folder in the crook of one arm. "Amika, I take it?" he smiled tightly and flipped open the folder. Thumbing through the parchment inside he eventually drew out a single document and presented it to her to read. The document read as follows: I, Zenna Whiterose, hereby relinquish all rights to the debt owed by one AMIKA to MERCHANT BANK, TYRAN CAPITAL, for the total sum of 765GP. I swear upon penalty of blood and spirit that I was in possession of the below items and that by direct action of AMIKA said items and all value was lost, making AMIKA responsible for the loss of profit and for the stated debt.
| Item | Value | | Brass Book Ends | 300gp | | Antique Candelabra | 215gp | | Miniature Baracus "Evil God" Figurine | 250gp | | Total | 765gp |
Gregory then pulled out two more documents and passed them over. The first was a statement much like the other stating that the debt had been sold to Merchant Bank and that the 765gp along with half of any built up interest had been signed over to them. The second was perhaps a bit more interesting. Gregory explained in a bored tone that suggested he'd said the same words in the same order countless times before. "That is a statement from a School of Magic certified wizard under Merchant Bank employ that he did cast a truth spell upon Lady Whiterose and that her claim of both possession and value and loss thereof are both true and fair based upon the moral code filed with the capital city of Tyran upon the initial opening of Merchant Bank and its acquirement of a license and decree granting it official money house status." He sucked in a deep breath. "Now, Ms. Amika... Will you be making your deposit in full today or...?" |
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Post by Amika on Jun 10, 2017 22:58:06 GMT -8
Listened to the boring speech of the man explaining things. Then she laughed "Are you f*cking serious? You call yourself a buisness man? There is no contracts. There are no verbal agreements and I take no responsibility of her loosing these knicknacks. Now. We were on a quest. She well and full knew the risks one takes. You can take this so called debt and shove it so far up your ass you are spitting it out of your mouth. And I am NOT paying a copper on this. Now. I suggest you end this farce now before I REALLY get pissed off." She shredded the document and turned to walk away. "Oh, and thanks for the fire starters. Farewell." she then left. She will not pay anything and there was nothing anyone could do to make her. She actually thought that this was funny that she was getting all but hurt over stupid knick knacks
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Post by Zenna on Jun 11, 2017 8:45:42 GMT -8
"Lady Amika... We don't need a contract other than the one we have with Lady Whiterose...." Gregory tried to explain, but the woman stomped off without listening. He sighed and then shrugged, turning away to head back toward his office. "Did you show her the contract with Lady Whiterose?" Patti asked as he drew near. It had been poor Patti who had initially dealt with the woman's temper tantrum. "Yep," Gregory shrugged again. "Some people just don't want to listen. I doubt this one pays before it goes to Enforcement." "Me either." Patti tutted disapprovingly. "Should we notify the Lady?" "Nah," Gregory shook his head. "The bank paid her already, we'll give this one her two weeks. Keep sending the letters, let the interest build a bit, and then Enforcement can deal with her." *** For two weeks the letters kept appearing, doubling themselves if destroyed the first week, tripling themselves the second. The only thing to change was the total, with 30% interest added every week. At the end of the second week new letters began appearing: Lady Amika: THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO PAY BEFORE YOUR ACCOUNT IS TURNED OVER TO ENFORCEMENT! | Item | Value | | Brass Book Ends | 300gp | | Antique Candelabra | 215gp | | Miniature Baracus "Evil God" Figurine | 250gp | | Interest (2 weeks) | 459gp | | Total | 1224gp |
This is an official attempt to collect a debt. Any information gained during this process will be recorded and used in future legal proceedings or other necessary actions to achieve satisfactory collections. Merchant Bank is an independent money house not subject to any laws of foreign nations outside Tyran and Tyran Capital. Gregory Robins is a certified officer of Merchant Bank Debt Collections and has been hired by Lady Whiterose for the singular purpose of debt collection. All necessary forms are on file at Merchant Bank and can be obtained upon written request and blood donation. Any dispute of claims filed with Merchant Bank must be submitted to the original claimant. All collection attempts will continue until said claimant revokes the claim. Merchant Bank and its affiliates are not responsible for any injuries, dismemberment, or deaths occurring after accounts are turned over to Enforcement. |
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Post by Zenna on Jun 16, 2017 17:13:26 GMT -8
"Hey, Patti? The Whiterose account been made good, yet?"
"Oh, Mr. Robins. Good morning!" Patti smoothed down the front of her bodice and self-consciously patted at her hair, but Gregory didn't spare her a second look. He never did. The disappointment was familiar by now. She sucked it up. It got a bit easier every time. "No. There have been no payments made from that Amika person. Not that I expected there to be," she tacked on under her breath.
Gregory nodded briskly. He pulled a document out from his file folder and passed it to Patti without once looking her in the face. "Take that down to Enforcement, then."
"Yes, sir."
Patti turned away from the counter and walked deeper into the bank to a red door with a wood plaque that read Enforcement Department. This door wasn't set in any walls, it floated in midair and had a brass handle inscribed with odd symbols she'd heard one of the magic guys call runes. The doorknob zapped her hand when she grabbed it but after a moment the weird tingle went away and the door swung open, revealing a steep set of stone stairs leading down into darkness.
There were exactly 333 steps. She'd counted. It was all there was to do since it was pitch black and counting was the only way to know when she hit the bottom. She stuck out her left hand, letting her forefingers graze the wall and followed it around a corner and towards a dim, flickering light in the distance. With every step the light grew stronger, and so did the heat.
Patti exited the corridor and stepped into the light of a massive cavern. File cabinets made out of a black bone-like substance lined the left and right sides. The back wall was a waterfall of flames above a pool of molten lava. There was one desk sitting in the middle of the room. The male sitting behind it looked up and smiled.
"Patti!"
She smiled back. When she'd first met Arnie she'd been scared to death. Any human woman would when confronted with an eight foot red devil complete with thick black horns, hooves, and a thin arrow tipped tail. After seven years at the bank she knew that as long as you didn't owe Arnie anything, he was a real sweetheart.
Arnie got up from his desk and clip-clopped across the stone floor to sweep her up in a bone-crushing hug. Silly thing didn't know his own strength. "Arnie...," she choked out. "...breathe..."
"Oh, damn." He put her down immediately, abashed. "Sorry, gorgeous. I don't get to see you often. You should come to the next mixer! Bob and the other guys would love to see you."
"Maybe I will," she chuckled. She said that every time.
The two of them flirted back and forth a few more minutes before she handed him the Enforcement order and left Arnie to do his job.
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Post by Zenna on Jun 16, 2017 18:09:47 GMT -8
Arnie sighed as he watched Patti walk away. The woman had a face like a bulldog but an ass like a ten pound apple. Damn. He shook the enticing fantasies away, made a couple necessary "adjustments," and then took a look at the order in his hand. It had all the right seals, signatures, and bloody thumbprints. Now... Who did he have free? "Hmm..." Arnie walked over and opened up the third file cabinet. He thumbed through the folders. "On assignment...on assignment...on assignment...suspended...vacation...on assignment... Ah-ha!" Having found the perfect devil for the job, Arnie went to stand in front of the wall of fire. "Bob! You're up!" A four inch devil fell out of the fire and stumbled his way through the lava. Arnie scowled and narrowed his yellow goat eyes. "Are you drunk?" "'Course *hiccup* not. Only had one *hiccup* drink. Gimme the order." Normally Arnie would kick Bob back into the fire but his mind was on catching up with Patti and showing her where the expression "silver tongued devil" really came from. It wasn't a large collection, anyway. "Fine. Here," he rolled his eyes and handed the order over. "You know what to do." Bob waved a hand over document, creating a duplicate, then slapped his tiny hand against the bottom of both leaving a distinct burned rune behind. That rune was Bob's real name. Bob handed one copy to Arnie then dived back through the fire. *** At first Amika likely didn't notice a thing. Small things around her began to suddenly go missing, a phenomenon easily attributed to a slip of the mind or silly forgetfulness for the first couple of days. A decorative quill she'd be about to reach for, a sandwich she'd just made, a single earring, a sock...nothing by itself was worth very much. But if she paid attention, if she could possibly remember every item that was mysteriously "displaced," she come to realize the total sum came out to 1224gp. For two weeks Amika was haunted by disappearing objects and the constant, subtle smell of bottom shelf rum. |
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