Willow ::: Oooka

[Z o m b i k ii]

Whats this? ::

“Thank you very much! I will see you next month! Have a safe trip!” Called Faust; waving after his regular delivery man. He smiled and looked down at the wooden crates which had been dropped off, all filled with alcoholic beverages for the bar. The young innkeeper owned a small establishment, which consisted off a few guest rooms, a restaurant, a bar area and of cause his home which was hidden away in the basement. Business was not booming however he earned enough to get by and live a comfortable life. The thing he liked about it the most was the fact he was always on his toes doing something. He was a hard working man and as such he always felt better when he thought he was achieving something, be it something as simple as making a dirty floor shine.

He dragged the crates into the bar area, whipping his brow before he began to sort through the vast variations of bottled drinks he had ordered, placing them carefully up on the shelves in their right places.“Let’s see what we have here... Wine.... Gin.... Rum.... Grouse.... Champagne....” He listed out loud before he picked up a rather strange looking bottle giving it a questionable look. “What do we have here? I do not remember ordering you...” He mumbled to himself inspecting the item in greater detail. It did not have a label and there certainly did not appear to be any kind of liquid beverage inside. There must have been some mistake at the suppliers. He cocked his head to the side not really knowing what to do. The delivery man was already too far away for him to return it.

He ran his finger up the smooth glass slightly mesmerised, it was not like anything he had ever seen before. How could something as simple as a bottle look so beautiful? It must have contained something very special and unique. He did not know why the item had caught his attention in such a dramatic way however for some reason he did not want to throw it away. Something inside of him was telling him not to. How bizarre indeed...

As he stared into the orangey container he heard someone open the door and approach the desk. He smiled and went over with the bottle still in hand. “Hello and welcome, how can I be of service?” He asked with a warm and friendly expression painted across his lips. He reached for the guest book putting the bottle in the cabinet under the desk without thinking, so he had his hand free to retrieve the documentation he required. He continued talking to the women at the front and when her request was dealt with he slipped the book back in the cabinet next to the bottle and headed back to continue his bottle sorting.

He figured there was nothing he could do with the bottle right now, especially when he had so much work to do. The best thing for it was to leave it there for the time being and return it to the company when the delivery man came back with his next order. After all he did not know the value of contents of the bottle so he did not want to throw it away in case it was something special.

... He had no idea how ‘special’ it really was.

 

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The Decision ::

A month had passed since Faust had found the strange bottle mixed in with his order and he had kept it out of mind over the passing days, only really coming to realise it was still in his possession when he went to get the guest book which was kept next to it. It was now in December and the inn was abuzz with activity and sparkling lights. Even though he put up the tree and put in a lot of effort to make sure that his guests felt the Christmas presence, he himself did not really keep the holiday dear to his heart. He would be working after all and since he did not have any family in close enough reach to visit the whole thing did not really mean a lot to him. Just something he could exploit to make more money. After all mince pie and sherry sales alone would put a nice penny in his pocket.

So the order of beverages this month did contain quite a lot of the traditional Christmas drinks on top of his usual order. After dealing with a guest checking in he put the book back in its place and saw the bottle resting where he had put it all those weeks ago. He reached in and pulled it out to hold it in his hands, he did not know why but he was holding it very delicately like it was some kind of egg and his eyes scanned over the beauty which was this little vessel once more. He ran his finger over the vibrant orange which was present in the glass and he spoke softly. “Well then, I guess this is goodbye, shame you really brightened up that cupboard.”

He nodded his head, and then he heard the truck outside. He sighed and looked down at his little trinket once more. Something was telling him not to do this. Why had he grown so attached? He looked as the guy got out the truck and closed his eyes putting the bottle back in the cupboard and shutting the door. He did not want to give it away. He did not know why but he had a feeling that this little bottle had made its way to him for a reason and even though he was in the wrong keeping something which was not his, however he also did not feel right giving it away.

After he had talked to the man and pulled the new carts inside he waved farewell to his usual delivery guy and went to stacking his new drinks in there appropriate places. Luckily this time there was no extra surprises in the batch. He wondered back over to his desk and brought out the bottle, putting it next to the pen and one of the small Christmas trees that he had set up all over the place, he still could not believe he had just done that, it was highly out of character for this honest man. He rested his chin on his palm and stared over at the trinket. “Well you have been promoted to decoration.” He stated, his nostrils filling with the wonderful sent of Pumpkin.

 

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[ Welcome ] - Faust / Willow / William / Amleth - Oooka / Anasazi - It is nearing the Christmas period and business has been slow in Faust's home. When he finally did get two customers all they seemed to want to talk about was the new bottle he displayed on the counter. Now some things the man is telling him seem crazy; children popping out of bottles. However there is some small part of him which thinking just maybe... it is not that crazy after all. He certainly hopes that is not the case...

 

[Z o m b i k ii]

[ A Special Gift ] - Faust / Serah - Oooka / RA - Faust orders a necklace for his mother and arranges to meet the artist in the park. He does not get out much so lets see what Faust is like when he is outside the inn!

 

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Destiny ::

Faust lay awake in his bed. He had not slept much lately and he knew why. He sighed and sat up, rain pattering down his window and his blue eyes wondered to the side to observe the drops. He slipped out of bed and stood up stretching and putting on his dressing gown. He folded his arms and wondered down the wooden stairs of the old inn. Turning on the main lights and then slowly making his way over to his desk. He ruffled his hair and sat down on his seat his blue eyes scanning the orange glass of his new found desk buddy.

Reaching out he wrapped his fingers around the thin rim and brought it to him, resting it in his other hand, he was almost cradling it; he wanted to make sure nothing happened to it. He looked around to make sure he was the only person here; he did not want to appear like he was crazy to any customer that might have wondered out of their bed. When he was sure he was safe he sighed and looked down on the object that had been on his mind constantly.

“You know, I think I might be going crazy. The other day a man came him and he told me you were going to do something quite odd. That one day you would grow to be a child, a life. I do not know what to think, I mean that is impossible but even the child with him seemed determined this was the case. I do not know what to think. Maybe they were just crazy, or there was some truth to their claims.” He began in a gentle voice; he could not believe he was down here talking to a bottle; however he felt like he needed to do it. He closed his eyes and brought the object to him, hugging the cold glass against his chest. He was so precious about the care he took with the bottle. He had grown an affection to it that he did not understand himself.

“I just want you to know, if this is the case I will not turn you away. I have never believed in destiny before but I know that you were brought to me. If I was truly meant to take care of you then it is a responsibility I welcome. I guess all I can do is close my eyes and wait to see what tomorrow brings. At least I got some warming; you are going to drive me crazy I can tell.” He smirked and let out a small laugh. Shaking his head in disbelief, he was really doing this wasn’t he? He opened his eyes and brought the orange bottle away from his body. His nostrils getting a strong sent of pumpkin once more. He tilted his head, a genuine smile forming on his lips. “How do you do that? Does it mean you are happy?”

He asked, finally getting to his feet and carrying the trinket upstairs into his room. He put it on his bed side table and pulled the covers back, slipping once again into his soft bed. He took one last glimpse of his precious before he turned over to lean on his side; soon drifting off to sleep. “Congratulations... you have been promoted to roommate.” He mumbled, his last words before the world of dreams took him.