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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 10:09 pm
This is a private RP between: Malo and Logan
Where: Clubs
What's happening: Malo is taken to Clubs for the first time but he gets lost from preston. Logan helps him out.
Malo had never been outside the castle grounds, let alone the whole faction. He looked rather comical, floating next to Preston so their held hands were level. Malo's feet dangled under his white ruffles and his big, golden eyes drank in every sight. Everything was so...festive! He had never seen lightbulbs or the strange things the people here were talking into. He longed to go see them, but Preston's grip was firm.
"Malo" He warned. "This is not our home. You have to stay with me and behave...for once in your life. I won't be long."
In the noctowl's other hand was a small mess of books. Some stuffy author was going to be signing in Clubs today and Malo had insisted he come along. Preston dreaded the thought of leaving the Litwick alone for that long, anyway.
Malo huffed as they passed a bakery, smells wafting from the door. He eagerly tugged, only to be jerked away again.
"But I'm hungry."
"You just had lunch. Remember? The apples?"
Malo made a face. Fruit. Every toddler's favourite snack.
"My shoe's untied."
"You're not even wearing shoes, Malo. Stop it. We can explore when you're older."
It happened after they got to the trendy bookstore. There were so many people lined up that there was hardly room to stand past the door. They waited in the bunched room of people, all talking with books for this author to sign.
At this point, Malo was trying to stay above the crowd so he wasn't crushed. Preston's fingers were stretched to the limit.
"Malo! Hold my hand!" Was drowned out by the incessant chatter.
Then someone announced the author's arrival. The crowd became rowdy, shoving and pushing. Malo's fingers slipped free of Preston as he was lost in the crowd.
It was Malo's chance!
Giggling madly, he drifted for the door, flame burning brightly on his head. He made a clean sweep out into Clubs, bobbing in the air for a moment. He was free to look around! Free to stop and smell. The shackle and iron ball that was Preston wasn't there to restrain him, the noctowl still buried in the loud bookstore.
Malo's first stop was the bakery he had smelled. He headed back for it, nostrils huffing in deep scents. He turned down a street, going left where he should have gone right. Infants weren't uncommon, so no-one payed too much mind to him. Giving up on the bakery, Malo followed a man with a dog down the road. Petting the puppy, too busy asking the man questions as they traveled, he lost track of the roads they had traversed.
The man finally lost him on a bit of a lonely street. Some kids were nearby, playing some sort of battle top game. Fascinated, as he only got puppets and books for toys, Malo picked up one mid game, breaking about ten rules as he inspected it.
The boys got mad. Instead of fighting, the litwick jumped into the air and floated away with it as fast as he could. He went down the lonely street and into the busier but rather shady looking downtown.
Panting as he hid with his prize in a tree, Malo was certain he had lost the boys. He touched down softly, examining the top. It was silver and blue and rather lovely with an image of a fierce wolf on it. He bet Preston would love to play with...
He snapped to the sudden realization he had no idea where he was. He glanced about, nothing familiar. He had no clue where he'd come from to get here.
He was lost.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:58 pm
Logan yawned and flicked his tail back and forth, wandering through the streets. His father, Briar, often sent him out to deliver parcels or collect materials. This time around, Logan needed to communicate with a publisher who had agreed to take on Briar's assistance with the manuscript illumination. Probably some sort of cultists, but Logan did not particularly care.
In fact, Logan was relatively indifferent about just about everything, except that he had wandered by a large, open glass window behind which some artists were working. He wasn't really sure what they were painting, but one of them appeared to be using some kind of metal can to spray paint. Logan pressed his little hands up against the glass, looking in. There was something beautiful about the way the artists were working... Still, this was not his objective.
Silently, Logan moved away from the window, and wandered into another side street on his way home. He saw... what appeared to be another infant. It looked a little lost, though. Logan stood still and stared for a while.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 1:15 am
With the top clenched in his fist, Malo walked this way and that, looking back and forth and at the roads and trying to find something familiar. There was nothing to go by and he whimpered lightly.
He'd go back and ask the boys...the man with the dog. Anyone! Maybe if he flew up...
He rose into the air and glanced all around, over the sea of bright lights and loud noises and roofs and...it was a mess. He touched back down and his lip quivered.
How was he supposed to get back now? He didn't like crying but felt tears sting his eyes.
Then he saw the shiny yellow boy. A familiar face. He remembered him from the market in hearts. He hurried over, hoping he was recognized.
"I-its you again!" he whimpered. "um..um..do you know where i am?"
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 8:11 pm
Logan tilted his head and looked at the boy. Familiar, vaguely so. He was sure he'd met him. His ears flicked back as the kid approached him, taking half a step back and his eyes narrowing. Just because he recognized him didn't mean he thought the kid was alright. It appeared to be sobbing, or something. "Are you lost?" tiny Logan asked, his speaking relatively good from Briar's influence. Briar had never babytalked, nor encouraged him to do so. His vocabulary was limited, but given how bad he was with other boys he had to have some kind of compensation. Eloquence might be the only thing he had going for him at this ripe infant stage.
"Yeah, you're in Clubs. In this street. The side one." Logan shrugged, flicking his tail idly from side to side. The kid really seemed to be inconsolable. He didn't know what the name of this alley was, he just knew how to get around to where he needed to be. It was starting to bother him that the kid seemed so out of it, so he reached into his vest and took out some kind of carefully wrapped biscuits. "Eat one, will calm you down," he told the kid. It was true; they had lavender baked into them. One of Briar's specialties.
Thinking for a moment, Logan sighed as he realized the right thing was to help the kid. Even if his father would scold him later for being late. "Why, is this not where you wanna be?" Logan suggested, tentatively.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 2:07 am
Malo was starting to feel better already, since he had found a familiar face. He tried to mop up the sniffles, that codgerly smile slinking at the edges of his upset mouth.
" Well, I was lost. But now you found me, so its not so bad after all, right?" He held the top tightly in his hand, the cold metal a nice surface against his palm. He had been raised by a librarian, who never baby talked but also never encouraged conversation. It was in that sense that Malo could speak properly, but still got a bit lost in his words and could hardly turn a phrase.
He looked at the wrapped thing and wondered why the other would have one, but helped himself, trying to stifle more sniffles. Chewing the treat delicately, he began to relax, an almost tired expression lighting his eyes. His wick was flickering, too, a sure sign that he'd have to find Preston soon.
"No." he mumbled. "See, I wandered off on my own from Preston. He's my papa. A skinny noctowl with glasses like this." He put his fingers around his eyes like a pair of spectacles. "He was at a bookstore...and I was bored. And I got lost." He shuffled a foot. "I'd fly back but I don't even know where to look." He took the other's hand and held it, the top probably feeling weird against the other's fingers.
"Please help me...I'll pay you back, promise!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 2:36 pm
Some kids were cute when they cried. "But I don't think you're one of them," Logan finished the thought aloud, with a slight grimace. Briar had never coddled him, so he didn't know how to treat someone who was so upset. At least he appeared to be smiling now. Even if it had taken a bit. "I didn't really find you, you were right here," he said. Logan's father was similar to Malo's, without Logan knowing; Briar had dealt with him as an adult, and did not tolerate any childishness, especially not in his speaking. The words were still a little soft or round sometime,s as though Logan couldn't quite shape them properly with his young mouth, but he was still speaking more or less clearly.
Logan carried these biscuits with him as a general rule. As a child, he was pretty skittish, and that meant that his father had made a bunch of lavender cookies in advance and told him whenever he went on an errand that he should just eat one if he was getting upset. It really helped business if Briar's son wasn't a skittish mess by the time he got to the destination with whatever he was carrying for his dad.
"Bookstore? Alright, let's--" Logan stopped, stared down at the other child holding his hand, and chewed the inside of his cheek. Logan did not like it, but he focused his attention on the task at hand. "You don't have to pay me back. Let's just get this done quick-- I'll get in trouble." He really needed to drop these pages off on time. Logan was almost never late...!
With that done, Logan started off to the nearest bookstore, but he had a thought: "You know... I have to drop this off at a bookstore. Let's start there, maybe we'll be lucky... and if not, we can check on our way back," Logan said.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 10:29 pm
Malo tilted his head at the incomplete thought, but he was all smiles now. "Well, you're my hero anyway! I'd never be able to find my way back without you." He was celebrating early, but it was normal for the little ghost to do that often.
Malo licked his lips at the thought of another biscuit and a thought popped into his head. "There was a bakery by this bookstore!" He exclaimed. "I remember smelling it when we went by. And there was..." He tried to think, scrunching up his face. He couldn't remember anything else, frowning.
The other was speaking again and Malo let go of his hand. "I insist. I owe you a service for helping me. Its in my...code of conduction!" He announced proudly. He nodded at the idea and skipped after Logan, finally noticing all the things he was carrying. "You sure do have a lot of stuff! " He said, floating around him with delight and trying to snoop at his goodies.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:59 am
It was difficult to get Logan to celebrate at all, much less early. He just looked faintly irate and a little tired. That was Logan's general disposition, however, and had nothing to do with the ghost personally. "A bakery?... Well, let's try this out," Logan said, heading in the way of what he could smell as baked goods. And a book store. Logan's nose was pretty good, given his species type. What was a dog good for, if not smelling things out? If he hadn't been born with such an affinity for inks, perhaps he could have been a detective.
No, probably not. He was too cranky to be a detective, he'd never deal well with clients. "Conduction...? Do you mean conduct?" Logan grimaced faintly, which was supposed to be a smile (probably), displaying his fanged teeth. Later on, as he aged, they would be the vehicle for his favourite Fire fang attack. "Not really, just... a map, some cookies, and a delivery. The usual."
Logan was so unpleasant to talk to, it was amazing that the ghost was even trying, really. Logan himself was surprised. "You're... really enthusiastic, eh?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:08 pm
Malo was amazed at the other's sense of smell, sniffing the air, unable to smell anything but...clubs. That too-sweet, sweaty sort of melted smell that was made of confectionary and carnies.
"Conduct!" He boomed, forgetting the other's nose. "Yes, that is exactly what i meant!" He giggled and kicked his legs as he floated by, that silly smile on his lips.
"If that's the usual you must be really really strong!" He giggled, putting his hands to his mouth and flipping upside down as he followed after him. "I can't lift much." He rubbed his chin as he thought for a moment.
"Oh. Yes, I am! Life is- hehehe- far too short to be grumpy and glum!"
They came up a long hill at last- no effort for Malo- and he paused. "Hmmm....I..." He looked back and forth. "I think this is the right street....YES! Cause I remember that sign!" He pointed to a sign for wools and linens.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:14 pm
It was actually a miracle Logan's sense of smell hadn't died out quite some time ago, given Clubs' natural aroma was probably far from pleasant. Over time, certain smells had dulled to the kid, or he'd learned how to shut them out. Or, perhaps, he smelled them still and that was why he was so cranky.
"Oh, good, at least you know what you meant-- and no, I'm probably not that strong... Briar, my dad, calls me "wiry," Logan explained. The most that the kid had ever said at once, probably. "At least you can float?" Logan said, with a shrug and a tail flick to punctuate. He was pretty sure that if he could fly he'd just have tiny heart attacks all the time, and freak out about it, but at least it was a cool ability for someone less skittish to have.
"Not short enough," Logan muttered, with a grimace. He headed down the street that Malo pointed to, glad they'd gone the right way. "This was a lot less painful than it could have been," Logan said.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:24 pm
Malo didn't really hear much of what Logan had to say. He was too busy looking for land marks. So, Logan got short replies.
"Yeah...I think you could be...Preston call me a menace." He mumbled, still smiling, looking for the bookstore. Pots, no. Kettle corn, no! Imported pets, no! And then...there it was! The large book emporium!
"Thank you very much for helping me, Logan. I-"
He was suddenly jerked out of the air by a very strict looking noctowl who had a rope tied around the litwick's belly in seconds.
"MALO! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? I HAVE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!"
"I was-"
"YOU ARE THE BIGGEST PAIN IN THE NECK I KNOW. COULDN'T YOU STAY CLOSE FOR ONE MINUTE?!"
"But-"
"No more trips to Clubs for you. And no plays for a month! Now come on. Your mischief has put me way behind schedule AGAIN!"
Malo was trying to introduce Logan and Preston but the Noctowl could not be reasoned with right now, leaving without a signed copy of his book. He had run out after Malo and looked all over. By the time he'd got back, the author was gone.
As Preston began to haul him, Malo spoke swiftly, the rope pulling him on. "Thanks again, Logan! And don't be a stranger, okay!?" He seized the other's hand, giving him the metal top he had picked up from those kids.
In his mind, they were even now. He floated back to Preston and wordlessly drifted behind him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:41 pm
Well, that was taken care of. "Yep, no sweat, kid-- uh..." Logan trailed off as Malo shoved something metal into his hand. He watched Preston and Malo retreat into the distance and then opened his fist to see what the hell it was.
"...what am I supposed to do with this?..." Logan asked, bewildered and a little upset. He did not like having foreign objects shoved into his hand. And he did not like gifts at all. In fact, he had never really received a gift before. It was foreign to him.
Logan shrugged, sighed, and dropped the top into his bag, heading into the bookstore to successfully (and on time, thank you very much) make his delivery. Briar would be pleased, at least.
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