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 Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 4:30 pm
Faust was out in the market, it was not often the innkeep ventured out to the world outside his small abode, but even someone like him needed to eat and the cupboards were looking empty. As he wondered the stalls he realized that there was no longer pumpkin available and the young gentleman was glad. Since the bottle had sprouted vines he avoided the fruit ( was pumpkin a fruit? ), simply because it felt slightly cannibalistic these days. He could be a father any day now and he did not want his child's first memories to be of him chewing down on some long distant relative.
He put down his shopping bags and took a seat outside a cafe, he was sure his staff would be able to cope with the guests whilst he was taking an afternoon off. He had been working none stop for what seemed like forever and he would have to get used to disconnecting himself with the inn. Especially if he was going to have a child to care for, he took a moment to wonder if he was having a boy or a girl. The hot cup felt warm between his gloved fingers, it was getting colder now as winter truly took hold of the world.
Trees were bare and the streets which were once filed with laughter remained silent, almost as if the town was sleeping. In truth this was his favorite time of year, he was a man who could appreciate peace. The sound of a violin could be heard, a man down the street was playing for change, every so often a person would wonder past and throw some coins in his case. For the first time in ages he could think, and truly comprehend what was happening.
Soon it would not just be him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 11:44 am
As soon as Elias finished with his shopping there was a flurry of snow, prompting many to retreat back into their houses in case it got stronger. He tugged his bag of produce and the other bag where his bottle sat in contently, warm to the touch even with the cold air around. The white ice fell softly on his dark raven hair and instead of doing what the others did he merely walked slower, actually finding it nice that the marketplace was less busy for once and that he didn't bump shoulders with anyone every minute. It was--quiet for once. For a second the long road carpeted in white vaguely reminded him of his own home. Of perennial snowy landscapes littered with thick wild foliage and a sense of peacefulness that he seeked so desperately. But that thought was quickly diminished by a cold snowball hitting his leg paired a mischievous laugh coming from a little child--who obviously needed to be taught some respect. He gave the boy a disapproving stare as he ran off, his expression hard.
It wasn't often that he bought produce from the market, always opting to hunt for his own food when he could. Yet the renovations of his home were taking longer than expected, even with his neighbor Tesla's help. Goodness, he didn't even have working cupboards to place his food in. Needless to say, there was little time to actually go hunting--- an activity he sorely missed at this very moment, grey eyes looking up at the cold, hard structures in the town of Amies.
A sudden scent of rich coffee then hung in the air, immediately turning his head towards the direction of the smell. This was a part of the marketplace that the man rarely came upon, always heading home right after he had gotten what he needed. Mostly this was because he always had the feeling that he had to get back home as early as he could--to his worn-out shack, that it was his only 'safe' place in this town. Yet this time he kept on walking, contemplating on grabbing something to drink. He brushed the light snow from his dark hair, the fall of flurry stopping by this time.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 8:21 am
It seemed like the snow was letting up, the longer he spent away from the inn the more the paranoia built. His business was very important to him and he could not help but worry that something was going to grow wrong whilst he was away, what if the bottle changed again... would be be going back to a burnt down inn if that was the case? He could never be too sure, the bottles were mysterious and magical things. Besides it had been acting rather odd as of late, the vines and the glowing and the strange smells. Did they mean it was close to hatching? ... Did they hatch?
Suddenly he felt rather helpless, he downed the coffee, burning his tongue. He wafted his hand and shook his head, that was not important right now, he needed to get home! He was a man who was easy to scare and right now his mind was sending him into panic mode, he needed to gain control!
Faust, finally, stood up from his seat. Though at the time he was totally unaware of the fact that ice had built up just outside the coffeehouse. The brown haired man headed towards the exit, he went to pass a man with grey eyes but as he did his footing totally went, he reached out and instinctively grabbed the stranger for support. Holding onto him rather tightly.
The bags he carried with him were dropped, oranges and other fruit rolled along the floor, better them than himself. Faust personally bruised like a peach...
His heart raced, but after the fear of falling left him he finally realised what he had done. He gasped and looked at the man, a fain flush tainting his cheeks. He was so nervous and embarrassed by the event he forgot to let go. "I- I am so sorry." He mumbled, looking up at the taller man rather sheepishly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 2:42 pm
The oblivious man stared at the menu written on the board outside, noting the foreign names with descriptions of flavours that he did not even know existed. Needless to say, the young man was rather baffled at the choices, his tastes simple and not picky. Deep in thought he did not even notice the man nearby him--- the force of the hand that leaned on him for support made him turn his head, the products that he had carried rolling on the winter snow though he managed to secure the bag with his bottle close to his chest.
"Wha----!" he cried out, startled as all the things crashed on the ground so quickly, his wide grey eyes looking at the man in question.
Even with the apology he couldn't help but look at Faust accusingly, letting out a sharp breath of air as he knelt to pick some of the crushed foods into the bag to clean up, the snow stained with various colours.
"S'fine." he mumbled under his breath, looking up at the stranger. He wasn't really that angry, knowing it was an accident--yet he couldn't help but think that this man should have been more careful! It was unfortunate that all this was going to go to waste. He wondered if he could still make it to the market to buy some more things--if they were still open.
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