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 Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 3:14 pm
PG2, P2 | JOURNAL | INTRODUCING LETTE PG2, P3 | PRP | PICK-UP PG2, P4 | JOURNAL | LAB'S CALLING PG2, P5 | MRP | THE MEANING OF FEAR PG2, P6 | PRP | WRATCHET BUSINESS PG2, P7 | JOURNAL | SOUL CAPTURE PG2, P8 | JOURNAL | SOUL DROP-OFF PG2, P8 | JOURNAL | REFLECTION ...TO BE CONTINUED...
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 8:04 am
[[ JOURNAL ENTRY ]] Sinking into her couch, Lette let out a sigh that woke up Moxi, her 9 year old beagle, who stretched and let loose a sigh of her own before passing back out. Smiling to herself, the mechanic reached over to give her ole gal a scratch between the ears before returning to her thoughts. Today had been a long day, full of back-to-back appointments at the garage and, instead of heading out to the local bar to knock a few beers back per her usual Friday routine, she found herself seeking the comfort of her couch and its gigantic, fluffy cushions.
Normally she would say that nothing could beat the relaxation this couch offered her after a long day, but a part of her sudden sadness was that she had discovered herself to be in the same routine, day after day. When had life gotten so repetitive and predictable? She would put her money back on that day when she had walked into the garage and found herself seeking a job there with the crotchety old Indian man that ran the place.
Now, 6 years later, she realized she had lost something along the way. Spontaneity. Youthful curiosity. A part of it could be blamed on how adventurous one could be when you worked an 8-5 job, but really. Every day seemed to follow the same pattern, the same with every weekend and holiday. She could either be found at home watching a movie, tucked into bed with a book or her sketchpad, or at the Copper Monkey with an ale in one hand and darts in the other. Sure, she had her tumbles and random little journeys down personally unexplored country roads, but she could feel something was missing.
Standing up from the couch and wandering over to her desktop, she booted it on and waited for the user screen to flash onto the monitor. Lately she had been missing her family some, maybe she just needed to get out and see some people who cared about her and could express it in other ways then tail wags and undecipherable animal noises.
Maybe she was just lonely.
Lately her romantic life hadn’t exactly been popping with choices, and a part of her could feel her biological clock ticking slowly by. Not that she was in a rush to get pregnant, yet alone get married, nor was she one of those hormonally crazed girls that thought a baby would fill the void in their metaphorical soul, but she wished there was someone else to keep her company in this trailer when she came home from work.
As she logged in and brought up the browser, she found herself looking up adoption agencies for random pet groups all across her local town. If she couldn’t have a boyfriend, maybe there was another animal out there that would need a loving home that she could provide; she already had 4 pets, an extra one couldn’t hurt, right?
As she was delving back into the search results to find another adoption agency, having found nothing that she was ultimately motivated to go claim as her own, the brunette’s eyes found a link for a site that she hadn’t heard of before. LAB 305? Seemed like an odd name for an adoption agency.
Clicking on the link and looking through the pages, Lette found herself getting more and more intrigued by what she had found. The agency seemed to be offering a “magical” and “life long” experience with something they called Raevans. The site didn’t seem to be completely finished or all encompassing, having not detailed the entire process of how one came to get a Raevan or exactly what it was, but soon she found herself on the application page, filling out the required information and staring at the submit button.
Did she really want to commit to this? She wasn’t entirely sure, but before she could make a decision on whether she would actually follow through with it, her Siamese cat Sammy jumped up to the keyboard of the computer to shove his face into her chin and purr loudly. Laughing, she picked him up and walked into the kitchen as she stroked his fur and called out for his sister Penelope to come and get some food. Setting him down and preparing their meal, she put the food on the ground and walked back to the computer and plopped into her seat.
“Thank you for your application to be a guardian with LAB 305. If chosen as a suitable candidate, you will be contacted directly. Have a nice day.”
Eyes widening, Lette stared at the message on the screen in disbelief before bursting out in a fit of giggles. Well, it seemed her decision had been made for her. Sammy must have pressed the enter button on the keyboard, or something similar, when he jumped onto the desk to demand his meal. Guess it was out of her hands at this point, she might as well start her dinner and just wait to see if she would get a callback in the first place before worrying about it any further.
Still laughing, Lette strode into the kitchen and opened the freezer to prepare a pizza for dinner, turning on a radio to jam along with, the application a distant thought as she fended off the curious Siamese twins from eating her pepperonis.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 8:04 am
WHO: Lette and Zeke
WHEN: June 28th; 10:00 AM
WHERE: LAB 305
WEATHER: Hazy, hot, and humid; your standard summer day!
WHY: Lette has been chosen as a Guardian and is going to find out more about her future charge.
Her motorcycle rumbled to a stop in front of her trailer as the brunette thrust out the kickstand and hiked her leg over the bike, yanking the keys out in one fluid, practiced movement. Taking her helmet off, she dragged her hands through her hair and shook out what tangles she could that had accumulated in the ride as she crunched her way up the gravel path to the house. Eying the lawn, the mechanic frowned in frustration as she realized she would need to mow this weekend before the grass became a untamed, miniature forest.
Just as she reached for the door knob, she hesitated. The briefcase! She knew she had forgotten something. Quickly unlocking the door, the mechanic set the helmet onto the table before running back outside. Drawing the case out of the storage compartment, she cradled it to her chest before turning around to go back inside. Thinking back on the days events, she couldn't believe how crazy it was that she had the materials to create a living being from scratch, right at her fingertips. All she had to do was find a soul that she felt was comparable to the fertilizing salt essence that Zeke had described to her and she could return it to the LAB for them to work their magic, er, science.
Walking into the kitchen, she picked up a notepad and pen, determined to brainstorm potential souls for her Raevan. As she made her way back to the table, her feet caught on something soft and Lette tripped over herself as she did her best to keep from stepping on the cat that had appeared from nowhere.
"Penelope! You almost got squished, you silly thing," she cried as the cat looked up at her and mewed. "What? Do you want some food? Alright, I'll get you something."
As she turned back into the kitchen, and set down the pad, her mind switched back into its normal routine as she went about feeding the animals and her usual Friday chores. Glancing back at the silver case, she sighed, maybe tonight wouldn't be a good time to start her journey to Raevan ownership. She would have to make time for it later, as her mind thought on all of the things she needed to get done for the night.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 8:06 am
[[ JOURNAL ENTRY ]] It had almost been three weeks since Lette had picked up the briefcase at the Lab and the brunette had taken to staring at it from across the dinner table with a befuddled look on her face and a measly list of potential soul options sitting in front of her, some that had been scratched out and a few potentials that persisted. Brainstorming creatures or items that were brown or yellow/gold in nature were a lot harder to come by then she had originally thought. That or she was just extremely difficult to please. Smirking to herself she knew the answer to that one - the latter. Something about pairing her essence with a horse, rabbit, citrine crystal, duck, moth, snake, tree, or canary just didn't seem adequate or special enough. Brow furrowing she tapped the butt of the pen against her lips as she continued pondering about the possibilities. She'd been allowing herself 30 minutes to an hour daily to think about the different options, outside of spontaneous inspiration, just didn't seem to be cutting it.
Frustrated and about to throw the pad away from her in disgust, her phone lit up and began blasting out riffs from one of her favorite rock and roll songs. Not recognizing the number on the cover plate, Lette flipped open her cell with a small sigh before putting it to her ear.
"Hello, this is Lette."
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Snapping shut the phone with a deafening clack in the now silent apartment, Lette closed her eyes and rested her head in her hands as she propped her elbows on the table. Releasing an even bigger sigh then she had made prior to the call, the mechanic could feel the weight of that conversation fall down on her shoulders as she set that in stress and despair.
The founder of the Lab, the doctor who had secured her essence and created the process that would someday create her Raevan, had gone missing on an excursion to locate another fel essence and her fellow Guardians and their charges were creating a search party to go find the man. At least that's what the effeminate voice on the other end of the line had told her. What was her name again? Something unisexual, even if sounded more like a guys name to her than a girls. Drew? No. Sam? No, that wasn't it either. Alex! That was it.
Arms crumpling to the table, Lette nestled into the creases of her arm and tried to block out reality as her mind worked on what had been told to her. Of course Alex hadn't pressured her into going, they even had exchanged some pleasantries when she first answered the phone. Lette was merely being told since she was on the guardian call list and the Lab didn't want to leave her out of making her own decision to come help or not. Alex had been very clear letting her know that she didn't have to come, she had only been added to the Lab family a few short weeks ago. But some part of her felt responsible...invested in the outcome that came from this opportunity. Though she had never met the mysterious man behind Raevans, Lette was more than grateful at the opportunity that this man had given her....
Straightening up from her huddled pose, she shoke out her hair and massaged the bridge of her nose as her mind worked out its inner details. Letting out another sigh, she knew what she had to do. She may be the new addition to the family, but that doesn't mean you turn your back on them or take the easy way out. If anything, she needed to show up to show her worth to these people who she would ultimately be tied to for the rest of this whole experience. She would need to go into the garage to pull in some hours to knock out some of her responsibilities to make this possible, if she did commit to helping out.
Taking a few moments more, Lette squared her shoulders and flipped the phone back open to type out a few words before snapping it closed again as she rose from the table. The message had been short, "Hey Alex. Count me in. I'll be at the spot by 6:45." She had no more time to waste. Time to get ready, prepare the animals for her absence, and get as much work done as possible. Who knows, maybe she could even find an inspiration for her soul capture during the trip.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 5:52 pm
WHO: Lette, Xiu, Sevilin, and We'rika
WHEN: July 17th
WHERE: Kahadlok
WEATHER: Hazy, hot, and humid; your standard summer day!
WHY: Dr. Kyou has gone missing! LAB305 has called for the aid of its Guardians and Raevans to help with finding him.
It had been a four days since her return from the forest and her body still ached in places that she didn't know could ache or that she thought had long been used to physical activity. With all of her aches and with her hand still bashed up, Lette hadn't returned to work and probably still had a few more days before the pain would recede enough to return to the garage. She was pretty sure the gash on her hand from the thorn was still going to scar, though she wasn't particularly torn up (pun intended) over it. Scars added character and, looking back at her time during the rescue, it made it feel as more...real.
Too many things had happened during their excursion through the woods and fields, most of it straight out of a horror movie. A part of her regretted not finishing out the entire journey to locate the Doctor, regretted pulling the trigger again on that flare gun for rescue, but after the final explosion from the clearing she had been hit with a piece of shrapnel that left her dazzed, confused and, once again, sprawled out on the ground.
She had urged the group on to continue without her, though she wasn't sure if they were listening much after the green flare had lit the sky and signaled that Kyou had been found. She didn't blame them though, she was more than happy to make her way back to where they had started and wait for the group to return. Though she would be lying to herself to say that a part of her felt like a coward, hearing the groups stories second hand. A few of them had been rescued throughout the trip, but the majority of them had seen it through to the end. Yet there she was, nursing her aches and pains while most of them sported injuries far worse than hers and they had been there. Never before had she felt so weak, so useless.
If anything the experience left her more determined to see her Raevan through to the end, to pick the strongest soul she could find. She wouldn't be weak like this again and she would find a soul that she could pair with her essence that would be just as strong, if not stronger.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 5:55 pm
Who: Lette, Josh, Lulu, Trox, and Tatiana
When: Late afternoon, the sun just beginning to lower
Where: The garage
Weather: Hot with a pleasantly warm breeze
**REFLECTION TBP; PRP IN PROGRESS**
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 7:23 pm
[[ JOURNAL ENTRY ]] The wind whipped through the brunettes hair as she sailed down the highway in the early morning sun, smiling to herself as the sense of freedom that she gained from riding her bike over the rolling hills filled her. Even with such a liberating experience, she had an even bigger reason to be happy today. She had finally made her decision for her intended soul capture and if she had her way she would be driving back this way with it in tow.
Thirty minutes later she had arrived at the edge of the forest where she hoped to locate her target: a beehive with its hidden prize of a queen bee - or at the very least a bee itself. The idea had came to her during one of her usual reflection sessions where she pondered over the various ideas she had for the capture. After a short online search, her decision was made as she quickly became smitten with the tiny creatures. They were like the insect version of a pug that had grew wings and taken to the sky with their little round bodies and big shiny eyes. Not only that but bees fertilized flowers and plants. What a perfect combination for her essence! Once her decision had been made it hadn’t taken her long to find the time to get things moving. She’d been waiting long enough for the perfect “soul” mate for her and this had to be it.
Now that she was here her first order of business was to secure some sticks and moss. She had read online that smoke made bees docile enough to be able to manage, though only to an extent. To help with that she had brought an old shirt, gloves, a hat that she had rigged with some netting, and a leather jacket to throw over her long sleeve shirt, all nestled away in a drawsting pack she wore on her back with the soul bottle resting inside. Her plan was to set up a small campfire-esque pile of branches and moss to smoke the colony from below while she held one in her hand for personal fending off if necessary. Once she got ahold of the nest she would either bust it open to find the queen or just set it on the ground with the bottle resting near it. Of course, that was if she could find a nest to begin with that is.
Marching off into the brush, the mechanic was on her way. The day was pleasant and the air was calm as she hiked through the trees and shrubbery. As she set off into her search, she wasn’t entirely sure exactly how she was going to find a hive. She knew they existed and had seen pictures of them during her online search, but where exactly they would be in this particular forest she had no idea. A part of her wondered if she should have asked for help with this adventure, but she brushed it off. Too late to worry about that now and she had come too far to turn back, she could handle this by herself. This wasn’t her first time searching through a woodland for something.
Almost as if she had thrown open the door on the part of her subconscious that had locked those memories away, Lette felt them rush back and for a second she had to pause in her walk to settle the emotions that had risen to the top. It had been almost a year since the search and rescue for Dr. Kyou and almost as long since she had forced herself to stop thinking about all that had occurred there. Steeling herself against the memories once again, she locked them down as best as she could once more and mentally threw away the key. She recognized the fact that it was like putting a band aid on a crack in a dam about to implode, but now was not the time or the place to sort out whatever it was that was going on with her emotions.
Throwing back her shoulders she set her gaze to the trees glancing through the branches for the hanging structure that would be a beehive, while making sure to watch where she stepped.
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Three hours later, Lettes brow furrowed at the prospect that was presented to her. Not only had she only just found a beehive, but it was dangling off a rock protrusion some 10 feet off the ground near what seemed to be a cave. It was just her luck that she would spend so much time out here trying to find what she would think would be an easy find, only to locate one that seemed to be almost entirely out of reach. Not to mention that a wind seemed to have made its way into the days weather and was blowing just strong enough that she was pretty sure no ground fire would be able to reach. Glorious.
Grinding her teeth in frustration, the mechanic scanned the rocky bank that made up the side of the cave that the nest was located on. If she found just a big enough stick, maybe she could knock it down. If she was fast enough, maybe she could roll or set the soul bottle near the hive before running into the shelter of the trees until it all settled down. Then she could come back after an acceptable amount of time to retrieve it. Giving it some more thought, the idea became more and more appealing to her to consider. She had already spent three hours out here in the wilderness looking for a beehive and she was hot, tired, and ready for a nap; now was as good a time as any.
Making the decision to at least try, she dove into the underbrush to look for a sizeable branch that would reach the nest. With an exasperated yelp of excitement, she located one after about 10 minutes of searching. At least one thing was working in her favor, she thought to herself as she hoisted it up to her shoulder. Walking towards the hive and holding it as high as her reach would allow, it looked to be just about right. If she got a bit of a running start and added a bit of a hop to her step, she could definitely give it a good smack to dislodge it.
Taking a couple steps back, Lette adjusted her grip to what she assumed those who chopped wood held their axes. Taking a deep breath, she launched herself forward and ran at the hive from an angle that she anticipated would cause the hive to roll down the rocky wall instead of flying into the trees if she connected. Timing her jump she threw her weight into her swing and jumped at the same time, closing her eyes as she waited for the connection, opening them as her swing flew through the open air and she landed back on the ground. She had missed. Whether by a little or a lot she wasn’t sure, since it seemed closing her eyes had left her with no idea of what had just transpired.
Returning to her starting point, already feeling winded from first gallop, Lette reassumed her position, pausing to catch her breath before hiking the branch up again and taking another run at it. Hurling herself forward the brunette did her best to keep her eyes open as she swung, leapt, andddddd *THWACK connected with the hive where it hung. Dropping the stick and digging into the drawstring bag at her back, the mechanic pulled out the bottle and turned to look for where the hive had fallen. Twisting this way and that, searching for its hiding place, her eyes happened to wonder back to where the hive had been before. Eyes widening, her ears registered as the sound of an angry swarm of bees seemed to burst from the hive that was still hanging from the rocky side; the only damage seeming to be a hole in the side of the nest itself.
Impulse taking over, Lette took flight and dove into the cave opening on her right, running through the rocky corridor and dodging the holes on the ground as she weaved through the rocky sides. Blood pounding in her ears she wasn’t quite sure if she could hear the swarm anymore, and while a part of her thought that running into the unknown cave was probably a riskier path, she had already committed to this course of action.
Just about the time the thought had crossed her mind, the cave corridor seemed to just fall away and burst open to a room with a high ceiling and a small pond that seemed to be much deeper than it appeared, with stalagmites and stalactites scattered throughout the space. Jaw dropping, Lette stepped into the room and stared about her. Light filtered in from some cracks and crevices in the ceiling and the air had a certain staleness that came with not having a proper ventilation system. Feeling as if she was on one of the travel or geography channels that came on TV, she reached out and felt the walls that were seemingly smoothed by time, realizing at that same moment that she still had the soul bottle in her hand.
Sighing to herself in further frustration, she placed the bottle back into her bag and began pacing through the cave to see what she could find. Skirting the pond, she made her way around the edges of the cave, staring up at the ceiling and its network of stalactites, plant growth, and cracks.
So entranced she was by what she saw that she was taken by surprised when the floor seemed to take on a different texture and she heard a crunch underfoot. Shifting her eyes from ceiling to floor, she found herself in the middle of what looked to be a nest made up of moss, pine nettles, and random greenery. The culprit of the offending noise was easy to see as the nest was littered with all manner of shiny odds and ends, mostly candy wrappers like what she had stepped on.
Crouching down, Lette took a closer look at the nest and the random remnants nestled on it. Whatever had taken to nest here seemed to have been here recently and was pretty large, yet she didn’t see any fur, feathers, or anything that she easily recognized that would give up what manner of creature had made this their home. Taking her bag off and setting it on the nest, she drew out her gloves and put them on to begin picking through the mess of things for anything that would give a clue as to who, or what, its owner was.
Just as she was about to get bored with picking through the mess of rubbage, as she had come to find it to be, she heard a noise from river and what sounded like something exiting its waters. Panicking, unable to see what sort of creature had made such a noise due to a stalagmite blocking the view, Lette ran from the nest and dove behind a wall of rocks just far enough away that she hoped that whatever had entered the cave with her wouldn’t sense her.
Closing her eyes and steading her breathing, the mechanic sunk to the ground and rested her head on her knees. Doing her best to listen for the sounds of a disturbance Lette leaned back against the wall, realizing as the rock face dug into her back that she didn’t have her bag on her. The soul bottle! Panicking slightly, Lette peaked around the corner and glanced back to the nest. There! The bag sat where she had left it when she took out the gloves and you could even see the sheen of the glass from here. Pondering if she should take a chance and run back to the bag, the decision was taken from her hands as whatever it was that had entered into the room with her made a noise just out of sight from where she was hiding.
Ducking her head back behind the corner, Lette bit her lip as she thought of her options. Paying more attention to the area near her, the brunette looked around and felt her breath catch in her chest. Snake skins. And they were massive. Not only that but they seemed to be much different then the usual snake skins that she saw at the zoo or out and about in nature. These skins seemed to have odd growths or shapes to them, but she couldn’t make it out with the crumpled and broken seams to the skins from its shedding process.
Before she could think much more on the situation, she heard it. The slither of scales across stone and then the sound of what she assumed was scales against nest before hearing the unmistakable clatter of the soul bottle being knocked out of the bag, as it made a slight tinkling sound on the stone near the edge of the nest. The snake, or whatever it was, most be a curious creature. Probably with an affinity to shiny things if it’s nest was any sort of sign. Praying that it would lose interest in the bottle fast, or at least leave it unbroken, Lette beat herself up mentally for being so stupid as not grabbing the bag before she ran, or not putting it back on after taking the gloves out. Now she was confined to waiting behind this wall until the creature left or had at least fallen asleep. But would it even be safe to try and leave if it was just passed out in its nest? A part of her felt like this creature might be the sort of light sleeper that would wake up at the slightest disturbance.
However, parted from her bag and the bottle, her options were limited. The snake could obviously swim and she doubted that it was slow enough for her to outrun – and she absolutely refused to leave the cave without the bottle. Internally cussing, Lette leaned her head against the wall and did her best to quietly make herself comfortable without too much shifting.
She was going to have to wait this one out.
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11:42PM…9% battery left.
It had been almost 12 hours since Lette had entered the cave and came to the silent stalemate with the creature in question. Weren’t snakes supposed to be nocturnal? Why hadn’t it left, or better yet, when was the last time it had made any noise? Was it even still in the cave with her? She had been asleep for a good part of the night, and parts of the day, but it had been a restless sleep and she felt as though she would have woken up had the snake attempted to leave.
Peeking around the corner, Lette squinted into the darkness as she tried to make out the nest from where she was. Straining, she cursed her lack of night vision, which probably wasn't helped by the fact that she had to wear glasses to begin with. Cursing to herself for what felt like the umpteenth time, she tucked her legs under her and silently rose, doing her best to restrain from groaning as her back straightened out from its cramped position before slinking around the corner towards the nest.
Bent over as if she was a stereotypical ninja from the Saturday cartoons, Lette crept closer and closer to the nest, her breath coming subconsciously slower and slower as the nest started appearing as a dark shape to her blinded eyes. Realizing she wouldn’t be able to see anything at the nest in the dark, Lette drew out her phone, flipped it open, and held it out in front of her for what little light the glowing interface could offer.
Reaching the edge of the nest, the brunette could feel the rising pressure in her chest as the stress of the situation began to peak. The snake was most definitely still in its nest and it was most definitely much bigger then she had thought it would be. Coiled and wrapped within itself, Lette couldn’t make out which way lead to the head or the tail. Fearful of waking it or its strike, Lette waved the light over the figure in a quick pattern, trying to catch the glare of the bottle to grab it and run.
Breath constricting, her eyes caught the glow as the bottle sat huddled in between two coils of the snake. Now was it, she couldn’t leave the bottle behind and she still didn’t know if the snake was aware of her presence or not. Lurching forward Lette snatched the bottle from its grasp, unable to discern many details from the feeble light the flip phone could offer, and ran towards the direction of the cave tunnel with a tiny squeal and legs that she was pretty sure had turned into Jell-O.
Reaching the opening in the wall, the mechanic dove through the corridor with her hand out to guide her along the route. Trying to listen if the reptile was chasing after her, Lette couldn’t hear much over the slap of her feet on the ground and the rush in her ears. Throwing herself into the run, a part of her laughed slightly at how she was returning in comparison to how she had came. How funny it would be if she came out the other side with an angry swarm of bees waiting for her.
Deciding to save her laughter, the brunette burst out the cave and didn’t stop there, making for the tree line and the path she had taken to get here. Adrenaline rushing and heart pounding, she rushed down the trail and did her best not to look back. If she could at least make it to the edge of the forest, she could get to her bike and rip it out of there. Blessedly, though she had spent three hours looking for the hive, most of it had been off-trail. Trucking it as best she could, Lette made it to the forest edge in record time and hiked her leg over her bike before realizing, belatedly, she had once again left her drawstring bag behind in the snakes nest. Exclaiming her frustration, she shoved the soul bottle into her drink holder and gunned the bike, roaring towards the highway from which she had come.
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She didn’t stop until she had gotten home and parked her bike in the yard. Dragging herself off, she snatched the bottle from its place in the holder and staggered across the lawn towards her front door. The security lights had come on in her absence thankfully, but she still fumbled slightly with the keys as she unlocked the door. Flipping on the light switch in the kitchen, she threw her keys on the table and walked over to the briefcase to place the bottle back inside. Realizing she should probably check it for scratches or cracks from the whole experience, Lette lifted it to the light and let out a yell. No…the soul bottle had definitely not cracked. But drifting inside was a swirl from what looked akin to a brown fog with flashes of a yellow counterpart. She had captured a soul.
“s**t.”
She decided she hated forests.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 1:22 pm
[[ JOURNAL ENTRY ]] The next morning Lette sat at her dining room table staring at the filled soul bottle, taping a pen on the table in a staccato rhythm. That is, if you wanted to call it sitting. Ankles crossed, Lette was slouched in the chair with her calves resting on the table and her body almost disappearing in the biggest fluffiest robe her mother could have possibly given her. It was wonderful.
However, as much as she enjoyed being wrapped up in its cushy interior, she couldn’t feel more tense. She had captured a soul, yes, but it had been all wrong. Not only did she completely fail at capturing a bee in any sort of capacity, but now she was saddled with whatever snake creature it was that had come out of the mysterious depths of the cave pond. What sort of snake was it to begin with? Anaconda? Python? A freaking basilisk?
Ugh.
Tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap.
Sighing, the mechanic reached across the table, dropping her legs to the floor, and picked the bottle up for what felt like the 1,000th time. It almost felt like the soul was taunting her with its flashes of gold hidden in the dark brown fog.
Would it like her? Would she like it?
The questions rang unanswered in her head with no hope of an answer.
Forests really weren’t her thing.
Burying her face into her hands, she rubbed her eyes and cheeks with vigor before letting another sigh loose. Straightening up from her chair, the mechanic prodded over to the computer and typed a short email to the address she had saved for Zeke.
“Zeke,
Seems I caught myself a soul. What should I do from this point? Hope you’re well.
- Lette”
Tapping send, she plopped the Soul Glass back in its case and made her way to her bathroom to clean her face off and get ready for the day.
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She hadn’t been in her room for long when she heard a quiet *bing* come from the living room. Dragging her arm through the last sleeve of her shirt, Lette padded to the computer and pulled up the email browser. Letting out a little huff, Lette smirked to herself as she read the email.
Email from Zeke Hey Lette, long time no see!
Congrats on filling your bottle! I'm really excited to find out what you caught, but since you picked up your Essence and Soul Glass we've had a small change in the Lab's protocol for filled and empty bottles. We're high class and fancy for real now - we have a carrier service! I'll put their address, phone number, and other info at the end of this message. The reason we decided to do this was to make giving out and regaining Souls and Essences a little easier on everyone. Conflicting schedules was always a pain in the a** and we wanted to try and see if we couldn't find a way to skip the schedule samba and get every Guardian's tools back to the Lab as quick as possible after the Soul Glass has been filled. So we're trying this method out and seeing how it goes!
If you'd rather stop by the Lab or have me stop by your place, I'd be more than happy to, however! The only downside to that is it'd have to wait a couple of days at least as I am going to be out of town over the weekend. Either way, let me know!
Hope to hear from you soon!
Zeke
P.S.: If you go with the carrier service, expect a letter in the mail from the Lab after we receive your two. It'll be a couple of legal papers in the same vein as the ones you signed just regarding the return, making sure that you're certain you understand what you're undertaking, will uphold the standards that the Lab has set for you, and all that related jazz.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 1:11 pm
[[ JOURNAL ENTRY ]] It had only taken about one day for the courier service to come and pick up her case containing the filled Soul Glass and Fel Essence and return it to the lab. Now, as she dropped the signed legal documents back in the mailbox a few days later, affirming her understanding of the situation and what was expected of her moving forward, it almost seemed as if a weight had been removed from her shoulders.
In the days following her notification to the Lab about her progress with the Soul Glass, Lette had taken a lot of time to soak in what had happened over the last few months of her Guardianship. Already it had offered her so much in the ways of meeting new people and trying new things. She had stepped outside of her comfort zone and went on a wild rescue mission to save a doctor that she had never met. She was able to connect a young and wide-eyed fellow guardian to a new (albeit old) set of wheels. Of course each had came with their own interesting twists and turns, but every moment was filled with amazing people who were doing something for more than just themselves.
And that's exactly what she felt being a Guardian was all about.
So what if she had screwed up her soul capture. Instead of sitting about moping that she had made some unfortunate mistake, she had opted to look at it as the universe telling her that this new option was better than the last. Whoever came out of the combination of Soul and Fel would be more than she could ever imagine, she was sure of it. There wasn't a single Raevan that she had met that didn't have its own quirky personality or intriguing appearance, each with their own wants and dreams. It really was quite the phenomenon, this whole situation.
Trotting back into her house, Lette picked up the closest animal she could get her hands on and fell into the couch. Warming to her touch, Penelope's motor boat crunk up as she rubbed her face into her owners cheek. "You're gonna be getting another sibling her soon, 'nelly. Are you excited?" Taking her purrs as acceptance, the mechanic let her head fall back into the cushions and closed her eyes as she stroked the Siamese' coat.
Of course she could do this. Her animals loved her, they were all surviving, and she would do whatever was needed to make sure her future Raevan transitioned into her home with as much ease as possible. She was merely expanding her family, of which her heart had more than enough love to give. As she faded into a midday nap, the brunette couldn't help but smile as visions of her future companion swam through her thoughts.
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