The Big Apple

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Toriyama-Bot raised a brow. “Are you sure you’re not famous for something? I have a strange feeling that I heard of you from somewhere… one of those legends kind of guys.” He chuckled. “Well, I heard of the Meeting of the Dark...” He was lost when the man started talking about his adventures in space and the afterlife, but considering that, he was there for Mysterious Beings who can do unusual things, it does not ring much of a surprise to him.

“Well! I think that’s all the questions I need.” He finished writing everything down and place it in the file. “Your record will be in the file in case something happens in the future with the Mysterious beings for safety measures, if you will. Give me a bit to bring out the screen; oh and stand over there so I can take your picture.”
 
Crimson walked over to the designated place, messing with his grey hair to pull it back, getting into the proper posture for a record photo.

"Alright, ready." He stated.
 
“Alright, just give me a few second to get everything here in order.” Toriyama-Bot turned on his computer and uploaded Crimson into the database with the information he provided. “Okay, stay cheese!” 

He clicked a button on the computer, which flashes a bright light. His picture appeared on the screen, in which Toriyama-Bot pressed another button. In a couple of seconds, his printer printed the license.

“Here’s your license. Take this to Hamleys' Toys next door and the clerk will let you get any Mysterious Beings you want. I have to warn that they are incredibly expensive, so hope you have a large bank account; though you would not be here if you were not packing any dough.” He gave Crimson the license. "Any questions?"
 
Crimson walked up to the desk, tapping on it and huffing, eyes pointed up wards as he was clearly trying to remember something.

"Oh right! Uh, one question actually. What's the worst punishment you could give me for mishandling a Summon?" He asked.
 
“The worst punishment one can give you for mishandling a Summon?” Toriyama-Bot rubbed his chin. “Well, you have to remember, these summons are special beings that hailed from other worlds. Therefore, they will not do anything that goes against their character; if anything, they themselves will give you more punishment by abandoning you at the worst times haha." Toriyama-Bot joked.

"As for me, I most likely am going to have to yank that license away until you can prove that you’re capable of handling the task.”
 
“Well I’ll be sure to avoid letting them cause anything. I’d hate to have to prove myself responsible, it was hard enough to convince my parents the first time!” He chuckled. “Well, thank you for your time. If I ever come to the Big Apple again, I’ll tell you how the summons are going.” He added in jolly mood before stepping away and waving. “But, goodbye for now.” He said before departing for the store.
 
“Alrighty! Happy Summoning Hunting!” Toriyama-Bot waved back.

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When Crimson approached the store, there was light inside the Hamleys' Toys, indicating that it was open. There was a man placing the figurines in different spots behind the public viewing window. 

“Alright, that should be organized enough.” Neydis said. “After what happen in Port Graham, more folks would be more hesitant of coming here.” He continued to talk to himself.
 
Crimson walked around and went into the zone, scoping the place for entrances, exists, structural vulnerabilities, cover, potential threats, and potential hostages. Eyes drifting and analyzing every square foot before seemingly coming to a conclusion, walking to the counter and pulling out and placing with a loud thud a bar of solid gold, marked with alien symbols.

"Do you accept extragalatic currency or will I have to pay domestic?"
 
“Hey, if you want to get my attention, slamming stuff onto the corner is not going to get any business.” Neydis turned around with an intent to scold the customer more for his rude behavior, but his eyes quickly stare at the shiny bar of gold place in front of him.

“O-oh!” Neydis quickly changed his tone. “Welcome! We take any form of currency, especially something such at this! How may I help you at this fine-evening?”
 
Crimson mused for a moment before pulling the gold bar back into a bag, and then replacing it with several gold coins, each marked with the symbol of the Meeting of the Dark. He counted them all up and glanced over to a particular figure in the store.

“That’s an amount of gold equivalent to that purple dragon summon over there.”
 
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