Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 19, 2011 13:55:49 GMT -5
Lalala. Better off not reading these silly little fics. I was up impossibly late/early last night and coughed these up. Wanted to post them before I lost my nerve. The first story is about Bailee and based off of a bad day I had in the Chemistry lab a looooong time ago. And my dog vs a roll of packing tape.
The second fic is something I meant to write a long time ago and never got around to. Ez and Conway say hello. By the way Conway's a "little" drunk and suffering from a bit of blood loss.
Bailee eyed the unlabeled vial that hand somehow made it into her shop front. She didn't put it there. She normally kept good inventory and yet.
She carefully grabbed the vile in a paw. She would just put it in her bio-hazard container and be done with it.
Of course she dropped it. On her other paw no less.
It had happened a countless number of times. She lacked manual dexterity. She shouldn't have been surprised, and she shouldn't have simply stared at the puddle on her paw.
It had been a long day. Nothing had gone right, and now she had spilled a strange substance on herself. A strange substance that was starting to burn.
Oh suits. That was acid.
With a wailing yelp she shot to the back of the store to the emergency sink. Grabbing the pull string in her mouth, she yanked it so forcefully that the chain snapped.
The water started up at least. Soaking the canine completely. The burning sensation dissipated the longer she stayed under the water. When it was completely gone she stepped out of the spray.
There was someone standing in the door frame. Great. The day was getting better. She smiled at the the customer. It wasn't someone she knew, so maybe she could try to explain what was going on? They just looked confused. She snatched something from off the shelf in her mouth and walked over to the acid that was starting to eat through her floor.
She poured the neutralizer on the floor before dropping the box and focusing her attention on the customer. "Welcome to my Apothecary, how may I help you?"
"I'm here to pick up an order for Rozen?" The ferret mix announced.
"Please come over to the counter and I'll fix things up for you," she said in her brightest cheerful voice. She was still soaking wet. The canine left puddles as she went behind the counter. The emergency shower was still running.
At least the box was on top. However she hadn't actually finished wrapping the thing. With a long an labored sigh she pulled the box out from the counter before snagging the tape with her mouth.
It took a good minute to get the roll started. Ultimately she had to set the stupid dispenser down and lick at the beginning of the roll. After getting a bit in her mouth she flopped around, slapping the box and trying to get everything to behaving. Being wet made things far more complicated.
"Do you need some help back there?"
"Nuff." She said through a mouthful of tape. She finally managed to seal the box. It was a little soggy, but the contents would be fine. With her normal awkward balancing act she pushed the box onto the counter. "Woulf youf lik' a recipth?"
Still had tape in her mouth.
She slowly glanced down at her paw. The fur on one of her digits near the nail was falling out, of course, because she hadn't managed to react fast enough. She was going to lose a potential customer, she was going to taste packing tape for a week and... Good-bye decent reputation, hello crazy person rumors.
Ez waltzed into his room carrying an armful of paperwork. He quietly chirped to himself as he went to set the papers down on his desk.
The bird froze in mid-motion. There was someone sitting at his desk.
"Uh... hello?" The diamond wanted to smack himself after the statement. He should have been more offended, or terrified, or something. "Hello" was not an appropriate response. Suits he should have asked if the strange man wanted tea.
The form, a human one, shifted. He couldn't place the region in the slightest, but it was a young man with a ponytail. He had an impressive scar on his face to boot. The human seemed to have been sleeping, or at the very least he looked exhausted. "Hello Mr. Birdy, I was hoping that what they said wasn't true."
"I'm sorry? I'm a little confused, who exactly are you and why are you in my room?"
The human's forehead wrinkled as he seemed to struggle with processing the words. His eyes suddenly went wide. "You're not him, are you? He is actually dead isn't he?"
"I..." The sparrow began as he tried to think of a polite way to potentially get a mad man out of his room. He glanced over at the window. Ha. He had left it open again. Damnit. "Have no idea what you mean. Could you kindly explain while you're here?"
"S-sorry," the man said as he suddenly stood up. The chair fell over with a clatter. Something red seemed to be dripping from the man's sleeve. "I just... I wanted to talk to Mr. Birdy. You're not him though. You look a lot like him." The man gave a sniff as he headed towards the window.
The sparrow remained still for a long moment as he watched the trail of red. The man was bleeding, in his room, and was looking for someone called Mr. Birdy who looked similar to him. There was a slim chance that this crazy hobo was looking for his father. "Queen Theofilus did pass away, you're several months late, I'm sorry. I take it you knew him well if you decided to break into the palace. How did you find my room anyway?"
The human had made it to the window frame. He was leaning heavily on it as the sparrow spoke to him. He continued to stare outside. "I saw you outside by the lake. I followed you. I thought... I don't know. I thought it was weird that he was wearing a pink corset and no glasses."
He reached towards his arm to touch something, it was quite clear that he was injured with the way he winced.
Ez felt a good variety of emotions in the few moments that he watched the human. "I don't know who you are, but I'm going to bandage your wounds, feed you, and then throw you out on your ass. Does that sound like a good plan Mr. Scars?"
The human looked over his shoulder, mildly confused. "O-okay. You can call me Conway? What should I call you?"
"Pretty," the sparrow said as he flopped the papers on his desk. "But seriously you can call me Ez. My father was the only one who called me by my full name, Ezekiel. Now be a dear and take a seat while I go and get the bandages to patch you up."
He'd make sure to lock the windows next time he went out for a stroll.
And have a hot female Conway and Eurwen defending herself.
The second fic is something I meant to write a long time ago and never got around to. Ez and Conway say hello. By the way Conway's a "little" drunk and suffering from a bit of blood loss.
Play it Cool
Bailee eyed the unlabeled vial that hand somehow made it into her shop front. She didn't put it there. She normally kept good inventory and yet.
She carefully grabbed the vile in a paw. She would just put it in her bio-hazard container and be done with it.
Of course she dropped it. On her other paw no less.
It had happened a countless number of times. She lacked manual dexterity. She shouldn't have been surprised, and she shouldn't have simply stared at the puddle on her paw.
It had been a long day. Nothing had gone right, and now she had spilled a strange substance on herself. A strange substance that was starting to burn.
Oh suits. That was acid.
With a wailing yelp she shot to the back of the store to the emergency sink. Grabbing the pull string in her mouth, she yanked it so forcefully that the chain snapped.
The water started up at least. Soaking the canine completely. The burning sensation dissipated the longer she stayed under the water. When it was completely gone she stepped out of the spray.
There was someone standing in the door frame. Great. The day was getting better. She smiled at the the customer. It wasn't someone she knew, so maybe she could try to explain what was going on? They just looked confused. She snatched something from off the shelf in her mouth and walked over to the acid that was starting to eat through her floor.
She poured the neutralizer on the floor before dropping the box and focusing her attention on the customer. "Welcome to my Apothecary, how may I help you?"
"I'm here to pick up an order for Rozen?" The ferret mix announced.
"Please come over to the counter and I'll fix things up for you," she said in her brightest cheerful voice. She was still soaking wet. The canine left puddles as she went behind the counter. The emergency shower was still running.
At least the box was on top. However she hadn't actually finished wrapping the thing. With a long an labored sigh she pulled the box out from the counter before snagging the tape with her mouth.
It took a good minute to get the roll started. Ultimately she had to set the stupid dispenser down and lick at the beginning of the roll. After getting a bit in her mouth she flopped around, slapping the box and trying to get everything to behaving. Being wet made things far more complicated.
"Do you need some help back there?"
"Nuff." She said through a mouthful of tape. She finally managed to seal the box. It was a little soggy, but the contents would be fine. With her normal awkward balancing act she pushed the box onto the counter. "Woulf youf lik' a recipth?"
Still had tape in her mouth.
She slowly glanced down at her paw. The fur on one of her digits near the nail was falling out, of course, because she hadn't managed to react fast enough. She was going to lose a potential customer, she was going to taste packing tape for a week and... Good-bye decent reputation, hello crazy person rumors.
Improper Reactions
Ez waltzed into his room carrying an armful of paperwork. He quietly chirped to himself as he went to set the papers down on his desk.
The bird froze in mid-motion. There was someone sitting at his desk.
"Uh... hello?" The diamond wanted to smack himself after the statement. He should have been more offended, or terrified, or something. "Hello" was not an appropriate response. Suits he should have asked if the strange man wanted tea.
The form, a human one, shifted. He couldn't place the region in the slightest, but it was a young man with a ponytail. He had an impressive scar on his face to boot. The human seemed to have been sleeping, or at the very least he looked exhausted. "Hello Mr. Birdy, I was hoping that what they said wasn't true."
"I'm sorry? I'm a little confused, who exactly are you and why are you in my room?"
The human's forehead wrinkled as he seemed to struggle with processing the words. His eyes suddenly went wide. "You're not him, are you? He is actually dead isn't he?"
"I..." The sparrow began as he tried to think of a polite way to potentially get a mad man out of his room. He glanced over at the window. Ha. He had left it open again. Damnit. "Have no idea what you mean. Could you kindly explain while you're here?"
"S-sorry," the man said as he suddenly stood up. The chair fell over with a clatter. Something red seemed to be dripping from the man's sleeve. "I just... I wanted to talk to Mr. Birdy. You're not him though. You look a lot like him." The man gave a sniff as he headed towards the window.
The sparrow remained still for a long moment as he watched the trail of red. The man was bleeding, in his room, and was looking for someone called Mr. Birdy who looked similar to him. There was a slim chance that this crazy hobo was looking for his father. "Queen Theofilus did pass away, you're several months late, I'm sorry. I take it you knew him well if you decided to break into the palace. How did you find my room anyway?"
The human had made it to the window frame. He was leaning heavily on it as the sparrow spoke to him. He continued to stare outside. "I saw you outside by the lake. I followed you. I thought... I don't know. I thought it was weird that he was wearing a pink corset and no glasses."
He reached towards his arm to touch something, it was quite clear that he was injured with the way he winced.
Ez felt a good variety of emotions in the few moments that he watched the human. "I don't know who you are, but I'm going to bandage your wounds, feed you, and then throw you out on your ass. Does that sound like a good plan Mr. Scars?"
The human looked over his shoulder, mildly confused. "O-okay. You can call me Conway? What should I call you?"
"Pretty," the sparrow said as he flopped the papers on his desk. "But seriously you can call me Ez. My father was the only one who called me by my full name, Ezekiel. Now be a dear and take a seat while I go and get the bandages to patch you up."
He'd make sure to lock the windows next time he went out for a stroll.
And have a hot female Conway and Eurwen defending herself.
