http://mistress-yuuko.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mistress-yuuko.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-07-27 02:39 pm

Promises Kept (Active/Closed)

Character: Ichihara Yuuko and Timon
Content: Yuuko sets up for a meeting with an interesting guest.
Setting: H6 Area, an old building with a painted black Monoka on the gate a sign nearby reads "Yuuko's Shop"
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None

The grandfather clock chimed in the hallway and Yuuko found herself once again wishing she had someone to work for her...perhaps she should put an ad out or something...but then she'd have to pay them and Yuuko wasn't big on paying by conventional means...besides gold laced the ground of this world so it wasn't like they were heard pressed for that sort of thing. No, as a witch she had a reputation...she needed to find someone who needed her help and get them to do her chores for her in exchange. That could wait though...right now she was expecting company.

Sitting in her parlor she had an easy view of the front door of her building and while she generally wasn't so open with her shop this world had a strange vibe to it that interfered with her own magic...it meant she had to 'advertise' a bit more in order to get anywhere with her services. Not caring how long she had to wait for her guest Yuuko relaxed on the sofa, her long hair draping over the sides and a fan moving lazily back and forth in her hand...she looked forward to cake and booze.
ext_1001662: (Well The Way I See It...)

[identity profile] cowardly-hero.livejournal.com 2008-08-11 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Must have been some debt." he replied, following the womans gaze to the treats she had set out for the occasion. His tail began to wag as he imagined the taste of the cake he had previous eaten. It had been simply delicious, no argument about that. He could hardly wait to try this one. -er, at least until he found another taste in his mouth.

His mouth twisted, sharing a display of disgust before he stuck his tongue out. "You know what, I think I'll only have a little piece of cake. The stuff doesn't really agree with me. Sensitive stomach n' all."

Jumping down from his newly claimed spot, he examined the bottle of alcohol curiously. "Ooo, what's in here?"