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 Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 10:44 am
How could an inanimate object be so much trouble?
Faust had been hovering around the bottle more than usual as of late, it was like he was waiting for a kettle to boil or an egg to hatch. The thing was, he knew what was coming his way and he would be damned if his child got here when we was some-place else. It would probably tare down the inn out of confusion, afterall these dusts were meant to have unusual and powerful abilities. The thought made him nervous.
So for now, the precious little bundle was in his bag, his man bag. It was not a purse, it was a bag. and whoever said otherwise could go and suck on something really unpleasant.
The brown haired man was wondering threw the marketplace after forgetting he needed to buy more spirits, he was planning to get them yesterday but since his trip was interrupted the innkeep totally forgot. So now he was dragging two heavy bags of beverages around the town and for a man with such a twiggy frame this took quite a lot of effort. Maybe his new years resolution should be to join a gym... He was sure he could get buff if he tried hard enough.
After a moment he came across his favourite little coffee shop, a sigh of relief came from his lips as he hobbled inside and picked out a table. He would set off again after he got his strength back, or maybe after he had a hot chocolate. He could get fit another day.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 11:34 am
Alastair glanced through his bags for about the twentieth time since he left the little bookstore tucked away on the busy street filled with shops. He counted the number of books that he had just bought to be sure they were all present. He would hate to have to return to the bookstore again because one book hadn't made it into the bag after he paid for it. Satisfied that they were all present, he glanced into the other bags, checking the vegetables and meat that he had purchased on his trip to the grocery store. Everything seemed to be in order, and he let a relieved sigh that his shopping for the day was done.
At the rate he was buying books, Alastair would have to add onto his house so that he would have more room to hold all of them. He already had one room filled practically to overflowing with all of his books, yet he couldn't resist buying new ones to add to his collection. With the new year having just come, he pondered making a resolution against buying any new books over the next year. He shook his head with a light smile on his face. Anyone that knew him would laugh at such an idea. His obsession with books was too much to allow him to go a whole year without buying something.
He turned into a little coffee shop that was on his way home, deciding to treat himself to a hot mug of coffee. After placing his order, he found an empty table and nearly collapsed right into the chair with a heavy, tired sigh. He set him bags down on the round table then reached into the pocket of his coat. If anyone cared to look close enough, they would notice the large wet spot surrounding the pocket.
Inside that very pocket, Alastair's questing hand met with the smooth, wet surface of the bottle that he had found quite some time ago in his garden. The bottle continued to drip consistently with water, of which it seemed to have a never ending supply. He often wondered how such a small bottle could produce so much water. It made for a neat little way to keep his flowers watered, but lately he had been carrying the bottle around with him, which was quite problematic during cold, wintry weather. Even wrapping it up in cloth before placing it in his pocket didn't seem to stop the water from seeping through to dampen his coat.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 11:46 am
For some reason Faust already knew that his little darling was going to be a handful, since it had sprouted vines his life had been a nightmare. It would hold onto things if it did not want to move, it would move things around to make him think he was loosing his mind, it even smacked his butt a few times in order to well... hurt him, he guessed. Indeed, he already knew that his dust was going to be Lucifer reborn, thus why he did not want the child to emerge whilst he was away, he could already see his inn burning to the ground.
Green strands came out of the purse bag, carefully crawling along the ground. Clearly the spin was awake, and it was in the mood to play. The vines grew, feeling around until it came to some bags. Silently they slid into one, wrapping themselves around one of the books before slowly pulling it out.
Faust looked to the side, horror consuming his face. The blue eyed man kicked his bag, as if to shake off the vines and get his precious Willow to behave, however his actions only seemed to enrage the beast.
The vines then started to work their way up the other man's chair. As if it wanted to get to the other spin in his pocket. It knew another way nearby and it wanted to say hello.
That was it, Faust reached in and pulled the bottle out of his bag, brining it up to his face as if to look it right in the eye. The vines quickly were pulled away from the man as he did so, though they did try and hold onto his coat for what it was worth. "I swear to God Willow, if you do not start behaving, I... I..." How could he punish a bottle? He stared on confused as the vines lifted up the book they stole and quite forcefully smacked its guardian in the face with it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 12:31 pm
Alastair removed his hand from his pocket as one of the employees stopped by his table to drop off his coffee. He offered the young woman a friendly smile, nodding his head in thanks. After the woman hurried off, Alastair picked up the mug of coffee and took a sip gingerly from it. The coffee was piping hot and bitter, but it was delicious and warmed him up from the inside out.
His blue eyes swept around the little coffee shop, taking in the other patrons as he took short sips from his coffee. With his attention elsewhere, he didn't notice the strange creeping vines snaking its way into his bags or his pocket. It wasn't until a yank on his coat nearly pulled him right off his chair that he realized something strange was happening.
Alastair glanced about quickly to see if anyone noticed him almost falling off his chair. But the embarrassment of that mishap was quickly chased away when his eyes landed on the bottle growing leafy vines that a man at the next table held in his hand. Alastair slipped his hand into his pocket, checking that his own bottle remained there and in tact. He hadn't yet met someone who also had a bottle like the one he had.
Then he noticed the book clutched in the vine's grasp that had definitely come from his bags. "Ah! My book!" he cried in alarm as he moved toward the other man's table. His hand came out of his pocket, still holding his dripping bottle as he pointed at the book.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 5:19 pm
"Ouch!" Faust instinctively went to hold his nose after the book hit, for a moment he saw speckles and he thought that blood was running down his bridge. In truth it was not that serious, though his face was obviously red were the item had made impact. Whilst going to hold he face he dropped the bottle without his actions really registering. Realizing his mistake right away he gasped and collapsed to the floor in an attempt to catch it, he did not know how strong these things were and God help him if he was going to take that kind of a risk. He could just see it now.. shattered, shards everywhere. Oh why was he cursed with these visions of impending doom?
Luckily for him, he landed just in time and the orange bottle landed safely in his hands. "Phew." Was all he had to say to that, vines wrapped around his arms as he got back onto his feet, he was surprised it did not slap him again for dropping it. Yes, this was a demotic abuse case in the making. When this thing hatched... or whatever it did, they were going to have a serious heart to heart. Willow held onto him, as if to make sure it was not dropped again.
It was then that the vines reached over the the man, holding onto the book they stole previously. It was almost as if the bottle was giving it back. Faust turned towards him, reaching to rub the back of his head out of embarrassment. "I am so sorry, its harmless really, it just..." He guessed he would do best to start making excused for his child now, however he was distracted in his quest to make it seem innocent by a familiar sight.
"Hey, you have one too." He exclaimed, pointing to the bottle in the mans hand. He had not seen another one in a while and never before had it seen one... leaking. He felt a wave of panic come over him, oh Willow, what had you done? "It's not broken, right?" He asked nervously, as if he did not want to know the answer.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 2:47 pm
It all happened very fast. One moment, Alastair was gasping, rooted to the spot with shook as the vine growing bottle fell toward the floor. Before he could give himself a mental kick to act, it was over and the other man had caught the bottle just in time, keeping the bottle safe from a terrible end of shattering upon hitting the floor. Alastair breathed out a sigh of relief, his heart hammering like he had just run a marathon. He clutched his own bottled to his chest, cradling it like a precious child.
With the constant dripping of water over the slick, smooth glass, it was a wonder that he had never had an incident such as this with the bottle slipping from his hold. There had, however, been more than one instance when the water from the bottle leaked all over the floor and, in a moment of inattentiveness, he had slipped in the puddle. Luckily, he had somehow managed to avoid any series injury during those falls, though he still sported a rather nasty bruise on his shin where it had banged into the coffee table.
His gaze dropped toward the book nudging at his arm. In that brief moment, he had completely forgotten about how the vine growing bottle had taken it out of his bag. He accepted the book with an awkward thanking bob of his head. Then he stowed it away in his bag again. "Oh, it's no trouble," Alastair assured the man with a friendly smile. It seemed that this man's bottle was giving him many difficulties as well.
"For quite some time now," he admitted, wondering how long it usually took for other changes to appear within the bottle. It had seemed like such a quick change from an ordinary bottle to one that dripped without end. But since that time, nothing more had happened with the bottle. Alastair blinked at the man then laughed. "Oh, no," he shook his head. "It's been leaking like this for quite some time now. I've never quite figured out where all the water comes from though!" An amused smile hinted across his face.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 8:05 am
"They do not tend to make sense, I woke up one morning and it looked like weeds were growing up my walls, since then its never been easy." They were magic and there was no telling what they could do, he would just have to get used to strange things happening from now on. He wondered if he would ever get used to it, I mean was there a point when these Dusts stopped being amazing. He looked down at his bottle in thought, as long as it stuck to vine manipulation it would be just fine. What else could a pumpkin do...? He did not want to know.
He sighed and shook his head, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "They keep you young. Though I dare not think what they will be like when they actually... come into being." He would be running around after this one, he could tell that right now.
He blinked and then gave a nervous chuckle when he realized he had not introduced himself. "Anyway. I am Faust, I own the inn just down the road... and this is Willow, my soon to be Son or Daughter." He nodded and pulled one of his hands free from the vines, before offering it to the other man to shake.
Willow took no time in tightening her grip around his other arm for support, the vines reached out and grabbed the other bottle. Shaking it slightly as if to copy what her guardian was doing.
Faust looked on and shook his head, oh Willow..
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 12:47 pm
A chuckle of amusement escaped him as he imagined waking up with weeds growing all over his house. But the amusement was short lived as he thought of how much trouble that could cause him. He already had enough trouble with a bottle that leaked water everywhere. Perhaps a bit of fate was working today to allow these two gentlemen to meet: one having a plant related bottle and the other a water bottle.
"I'm almost a bit worried of what will happen when they come to be," he admitted, glancing down warily at the bottle in his hand. It was hard to imagine the bottle causing him any more trouble than it already did. But he suspected what awaited him would his current problems look like a little slice of heaven in comparison.
"I'm Alastair. I'm a professor at the university. And this," he said as he held up the bottle, "is Meital." He rubbed his chin in thought as he pondered the bottle. "If it turned out to be a boy, I'm not sure he'll like that name." He had been imagined the bottle to be female when he decided on the name. He smiled as he took the man's hand and gave it a firm shake.
Meital shook somewhat and leaked drops of crystal clear water onto the vines that grabbed her bottle. It seemed to be her only way of communicating back to the other bottle.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 6:17 am
"Tell me about it." He mumbled, thinking about all the trouble that was no doubt heading his way. Why could he not be blessed with a well-behaved dust? Someone he could understand and feel comfortable around. It might sound odd, but by the bottles personality he held very little hope to the spirit which was going to come from it. He would just have to mould it into a respectable member of society, set an example, parent ...
... who was he kidding? He could not even train a dog, never mind something with a larger learning curve, people were not his strong point by any means. That much was obvious by how he was acting now, shy, scared, ready to flee.
He gave a nervous chuckle as the other gentlemen mentioned his dusts name."I know the feeling, I just named it after my cat... it was a vicious little bugger too." The words came out before he could stop them. Faust did not have many fond memories of that beast, he got it to chase away any mice that were hiding in his inn, but it was too lazy for that. It ate and slept and bit him whenever he encouraged it to do otherwise.
He hoped it was not a story that would repeat itself. Maybe it was the name that was cursed, or maybe it was just him.
"It's nice to know I am not the only one going through this, sometimes it seems it seems like I am the only one in the world having to deal with strange and magical events." It did offer some comfort, at the end of the day what he was going through was not that amazing, Faust never wanted to be special and this meeting helped remind him that he was not. He was one of many people who were trusted to take care of these creatures. He let out a sigh of relief, maybe he could wander to the university if he ever found himself in need of advise. If he ever worked up the courage to ask for it.
He let go of the other man's hand and fidgeted slightly, bowing his head to apologize one more time. "Anyway, I am sorry again for interrupting your tea, when Willow gets here I will make her... him... it apologise too." That is what good parents did right? They marched their children to the wronged party and made them apologise if they did something wrong. Maybe he would even teach it a lesson, yes, that seemed like a good idea!
"I-I should get going." Fuast stuttered, looking towards the door. Small talk was not his strong point, especially when he met people under such embarrassing circumstances, in other words the inn keep wanted to go and bury his head in a hole somewhere. A slight red flush clouded his cheeks as he held the bottle close, ready to run as soon as he saw possible to do so.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 5:07 pm
Alastair laughed awkwardly. His mind lingered on what kind of child would one day emerge from the bottle, and already, he saw images of a troublemaker causing massive chaos within home, leaving it a ramshackle shadow of its original self. Not that his house was some magnificent mansion of pristine condition; he lived in an average two-story house. He liked to keep it clean, even if his library suggested otherwise to visitors, but he usually never let people into his organized chaos. The sudden image of pages from his precious books being torn asunder and flying through the air suddenly entered his mind and filled him with dread.
"W-Well, maybe how they act in this form won't completely translate to when they turn into children," he offered with a slight, nervous tremble in his voice. As much as he would like to believe that he would have a nice, behaved little child that listened to and obeyed him at all times, he knew life wasn't always that kind. In fact, sometimes, life liked to throw cruel jokes at people and laugh at their miseries. That nagging little voice spoke up again in his mind, wondering why this bottle came to him when he was so ill prepared to take care of it. But there most have been some reason, some quality that he possessed, to explain why the bottle had chosen him over another.
"Willow is a pretty name," Alastair said, liking the name, and it seemed to him that it fit the bottle well, with the leafy vines that extended out of it. "I just," he shrugged with uncertainty. He hadn't picked the name from anything within his life. "Meital just sort of came to me one day when I was staring at the bottle." He reached up and scratched at his cheek with a finger, feeling suddenly embarrassed to have admitted that.
Alastair smiled and nodded. "Sometimes, I forget that I'm not the only one with a bottle," he said, raising the bottle an inch or so, like showing it off for the first time, before cradling it back against his body. It was easy to forget when he went about his day, going to and from the university or visiting bookstores and other places. He didn't often meet other people with bottles, though a few times, he had met someone with a child that had once resided inside a bottle. That had given him some insight on what to expect, but each child seemed to be differ as greatly as any human child, so he couldn't be one hundred percent sure of what would come out of the bottle when the time came.
"Oh, right," Alastair responded, like just realizing that they were complete strangers meeting after a random event. "Well, it's okay really." He shrugged, having forgotten his initial unhappiness to have his book stolen. Faust didn't seem like a bad man, and Willow, it seemed, had only been curious about meeting about bottle. Alastair suspected that if Meital could grow vines and such, he would have a similar problem with those vines wandering about and causing trouble. "I was only waiting for my coffee. It was nice to meet you though."
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