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 Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 1:19 pm
 Lemure frowned. It was a rainy and gloomy day. She was sitting in the reading area of her mothers' bookstore, trying to relax and complete the latest book in the Mystical Women series, but thunder kept booming, and lighting kept flashing, and she kept getting distracted. In this installment, the heroine, a half-demon, half-vampire, ghost sorceress by the name of Cassiopeia Black was helping to solve a crime by hunting down some nasty ghosts in the 5th layer of Hell. In between these ghastly interviews, Cass had many passionate love sessions with her beau, Zack le Zephyron, who was an archangel who was less than holy in the bedroom. It wasn't Lemure's favorite series, but it was passable. She didn't think they portrayed ghosts very accurately. She was always critical of paranormal romance novels that had ghosts in the because, well, she was half-ghost. Another flash of lighting passed by the window. She sighed and slouched into her chair. Could today be any more blah?
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 12:52 pm
A drenched phony foal stood at the door of the bookstore, his short mane and tail plastered to his soaked body. He'd been caught outside when the storm had started and was none too happy about his current predicament. Worse yet, he was being followed - followed by an unwanted stalker he couldn't manage to shake off.
Tapping the door of the store, Hard Truths attempted to get someone's attention, unsure if the place was open at a time like this or, if it was, that the owner wouldn't mind a dripping wet colt to get water all over her nice, dry floors.StarieMichie ((Sorry for the wait. sweatdrop School and work have been keeping me pretty tied up as of late.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 5:27 pm
There was a rap tap tapping at her bookstore door. It looked like a customer! She really didn't want to leave the warm spot she had made in her chair, but this visitor was the most exciting thing to to happen to her today. Lemure opened the door and beamed an uncommonly large smile. It quickly faded though when she saw that the unicorn was dripping wet. She was going to have to clean that up when he left. That was going to be annoying; cleaning was one of her least favorite duties at the shop. "Come in. Was there anything I could help you find, or were you just stopping in to get out of the rain?" Kitomyx Deeerrrrrrp... sorry for the even longer delay on my end!
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 10:05 am
Truths' eyes widened at the filly's huge smile. It made him somewhat uncomfortable, but he didn't feel he was in any position to mind. He had bigger worries to concern himself with. Besides, the fake smile had disappeared almost instantly. "Worse. I'm being pursued," he told her, shoving his way into the store quickly before shutting it against the rain. He might have apologized about the water he'd brought in if he hadn't been so put off by her false welcome. Even if it was a filly, he couldn't abide masks or facades.
In a couple of minutes, a translucent orange lump hit the glass of the door, looking ridiculous as it pressed up against the slick surface. It began to ooze downward with gravity. At least until it pulsated in an effort to push itself back up. What might have at first been mistaken for a giant blob of orange jello was soon revealed to be most definitely alive.
The unicorn colt made a disgusted face at it and shuddered. "It looks like someone stuck their butt cheek up against the glass, the way it keeps wriggling," he mumbled. "A large, translucent orange butt cheek."StarieMichie ((No worries. XD We've both been pretty busy, I think.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 3:49 pm
Lemure brushed a hoof against the wet spot the unicorn left on her coat. Maybe she would be nicer to customers if they weren't always so rude. She was about to forget her manners and give him a piece of her mind when something sploshed onto the window. She was a little repulsed, but then... did he just call it an orange butt cheek? A small snicker came out of her mouth. She knew it wasn't polite to laugh, especially when he was obviously so uncomfortable with the situation, but she really couldn't help it. "What ever did you do to attract that thing?" Lemure asked, this time with a bit more genuine of a smile, and a gleam in her eyes. "Don't worry. You're safe in here. I don't think it can reach the handle, and I won't let it in!" If puddles were a mess, that jelly would make it an even more horrible night of cleaning up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 3:02 pm
If Truths noticed the filly's snicker, he gave no indication. He was too busy glaring at his faceless stalker from beyond the glass.
"I have no idea," he grumbled, moving away from the door as he turned his back on the orange blob. "Might have had something to do with the picnic I first saw it at. It was just a simple tea party with a filly I knew; nothing fancy. Perhaps it simply has nothing better to do than target foals minding their own business. Unless it honestly has a taste for tea leaves and bitter herbs."
With a sigh, the unicorn contemplated using his magic to dry off himself and the water he was dripping when he finally looked up. With a now properly view of the filly who had let him in, he was caught a little off-guard by her somewhat more sincere smile. The gleam in her eyes was also something to be noted as well as the interesting opacity of her legs. It seemed the orange monstrosity outside wasn't the only creature consisting of translucent flesh.
"...Thank you," he remarked grudgingly in response to her assurance. Had the black foal been a colt instead of a filly, he likely wouldn't have even responded with the little amount of gratitude that he did. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 4:37 pm
Oh no. He was staring at her legs. Lemure shifted uncomfortably. She really didn't like to be stared at unless it was with the big, loving eyes of a dashing stallion come to take her away from this dreary bookstore. This colt didn't really look like the "sweep a lady off her hooves type." "You're welcome," she replied with about as much excitement as she was given. "I'm Lemure of Love Lost, but that's kind of a mouthful, so you can just call me Lemure. My moms are pretty dramatic. And you are?" He was so gloomy. This jelly thing must have really been bothering him, because he looked about as pleasant as the storm going on outside.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 2:33 pm
The discomfort of the filly did not escape Truths and turned his head to regard the interior of the bookstore instead. "Hm...a lovely name, nevertheless," he said absently, walking over to one of the bookshelves. "I'm Hard Truths. Did you get stuck here before the storm hit, Lemure?" He didn't think it was likely any other foal his age would have come here of their own volition unless they were Mooncake.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 6:35 pm
"No," she replied, "I actually work here. Work. Not employed. That would imply that they pay me, which they don't." This was bit of a sore point with her. She brushed it off for now though. She wasn't sure that Phonyland even had foal labor laws. A place this shady probably encouraged employers to hire young foals to do grunt work for nothing. Not that her moms were slave drivers or anything. She really didn't have it bad; she just liked to complain sometimes, and she had a captive audience, at least until the storm let up. "It's nice to meet you, Hard Truths." Lemure thought about it for a second, and then realized that he was just here because it was dry, and not because he liked books. Which meant he probably wasn't going to be a customer. Which also meant she didn't have to try to help him find anything or sell him anything. They could just... talk. She didn't have to pitch anything. Then again, she wasn't really sure what to talk about other than books. It kind of was her only hobby. "So, what kind of things do you like?" It was a stupid question. Hard Truths looked too serious to really like anything, but he had to have some kind of interests other than avoiding killer jellies.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 2:24 pm
"Work?" Looking back, he tilted his head inquisitively. Oh, but it wasn't paid work. "So volunteering, then...? That seems a bit unfair that you don't get compensated for your time and efforts. Why not?" Wasn't the whole point of getting a job to be paid? Unless it was your passion, but it didn't hurt to get paid to do that, either. Perhaps this was Lemure's.
Looking to the shelves, he browsed the books absently, looking for something to sit down with while waiting for the storm - and the orange goo blob - to pass. But the filly was asking him something. How polite...from Truths' experience, most foals didn't seem to care about anything or anyone but themselves.
Hm. That was a hard question, though. He'd never really thought about it before - mostly he brooded on stuff he didn't like, such as sweets and happy-go-lucky attitudes. And he knew his preferences, like talking to fillies versus colts or being alone versus being around others, but not what he liked.
"...I like coffee," he said after a moment. "...Things that aren't sweet." Another pause. "Popcorn." The title on the spine of a book caught his eye and he drew it out off the shelf with a hoof. "Reading, I suppose. Though not quite as much as this other colt I know. I'm not quite as fond of made-up tales as he is, though I do appreciate the lessons one can learn from them. He'd probably love this place."
Regarding the book cover, Truths suddenly remember that this was a store, not a library. What right did he have to look through books as he pleased? Quickly replacing the tome back where he'd found it, the unicorn turned back to the transparent-legged filly. "...And you?" He wasn't really in the habit of expressing a curiosity for what another was interested in, but after Lemure's question, he felt it was the least he could do to keep up the conversation. Besides, he really was curious.
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