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The Mongrel

PostPosted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 8:31 pm


[MIA]
From a notice, shoved beneath the door of one Samantha Greenwitch, 148 Tenit Drive, Durem


Hey Sammy,

Sorry I missed your birthday, Christmas, and whatever you were going to inflict on me for v-day. Took a trip to look at different recipes and ingredients-- did you know they have shows for that sort of stuff?

Anyway, I got distracted with some stuff. You know- Stuff. But I'm home now, so stop by if you want to. I'll be opening the shop up again for spring. (Guess I missed the busy season with Valentines and whatall, right? Shame.)

I thought about leaving you a message on your phone, and then I remembered you DONT CHECK THEM.

Give your brother a visit.

Bring the guy I don't approve of. We'll have a beer.

-Alice.
PostPosted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:31 pm


[Soul Capture: Set One]
Incident recount, from inside the specialty shope Sistine, 341 Main and Broadwick, Durem


Music was thrumming quietly through the dimly lit show room that made up most of the Sistine's mass. Alice leaned gingerly against perhaps not the largest of his displayed tanks, but measurably the nicest. Inside of it Helios fluttered lazily, drifting on the gentle currents of the filter as it hummed. The nudibranch was one of the finer domestic specimens of tropical Spanish Dancers, large among its brethren and as prone to showing off as any slug really could be.

Its caretaker was examining the strange bottle he'd received in the mail some time much earlier. It had sat on his shelf for the better part of 6 months, gathering dust and generally confusing him.

He'd heard some talk about this mysterious Lab, and apparently Alice's sister sent in an application for him under the header of 'Guardian', which he supposed he'd passed with flying colors. But Guardian of what?

So far it looked like Guardian of an odd, pretty little bottle with some intricately patterned cloth tied onto it. Jo seemed to be of the opinion that owning it would coax him out of some proverbial chair, her armchair diagnosis that he was lately not nearly as social as would suit her. Or could possibly be healthy.

In any case, it was called a 'Soul Bottle.' Not that he understood what that meant. Alistair had gone so far as to pop the cap off of it and peer inside, as though from this angle he might spot the elusive anima that moved a body. Should it have been in there.

Seeing nothing new to speak of, eye to the opening, he realized suddenly exactly how tired he was. The candyman yawned, propping the small, glass container up against the side of the aquarium and making for the lights. He would get out the step stool to put it back tomorrow.

"G'night, kids." he murmured to the drifting array of nudibranchs, watching them swish for a moment in the queer blue light of the tanks before he closed the door.

The Mongrel


The Mongrel

PostPosted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:34 am


((For further notice))
PostPosted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:35 am


((Held onto. :3))

The Mongrel


The Mongrel

PostPosted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:36 am


((And again!))
PostPosted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:37 am


((Last one~))

The Mongrel


Slanndalous

Dapper Codger

PostPosted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 3:59 pm


"Alice! It's Sevilin! Uhmm, We`rika has been in the bathroom for hours and he locked the door and I can't get in and he wont answer me! And I dunno what to do and I dunno who I am supposed to call, can you come over please... ?" The little sea fairy's hysterical voice finally cracked and fell silent as he cried and waited for Alice to pick up the phone.
PostPosted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 1:34 pm


The phone clicked on to the sound of cloth and fumbling, Alice catching the small rectangular piece even as it slipped out of his calloused hands. "Oi-no! Sevilin?" His voice filtered through the receiver, muffled as he pulled on his coat. "You still there, kiddo? M'comin' over, okay? Just hang on."

The door of his apartment clattered as he kicked it closed behind him. "I'll be right there."

The Mongrel

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