http://ttlynotblue.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ttlynotblue.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-03-25 12:49 am

Housekeeping? [Completed]

Character(s): Genie and Beast
Content: Genie investigates the source of all the troubling noise in Iriela Apartments.
Setting: Iriela Apartments
Time: Week 18
Warnings: None?

Some said it was a wild animal, others some sort of ghost. Whatever it was, it had grown to be a concern of the residents of Iriela Apartments. Genie had arrived quickly to the scene upon receiving word that residents of the building had been in distress. He had yet to hear any of the frightening roars, violent banging or spine-chilling smashing the residents had mentioned but the look on their faces as they described the noises was more than enough evidence for him that it was real. He pondered silently to himself while he climbed the flight of stairs which lead to the suite number he had been given. What could be the cause of such worry among the habitants of the apartment building?

Often it was something harmless, in this case the genie suspected it to be a locked up Lumen in this suite, but he couldn’t be sure. Apparently there had been reports of shouting too. Maybe someone else had gotten curious as to what was responsible for such ruckus and chose to investigate as well? The Lumen could have easily startled the individual or vice versa. He frowned at the thought. Urd probably wouldn’t let him keep another Lumen. He would unfortunately have to let this one return into the wild. Oh, well. At least it would be safer there than it was here.

Genie summoned a cleaning trolley, as well as a maids outfit for himself to be complete, as he approached the declared ‘beasts’ room. Without even the slightest worry he knocked on Beast’s door three times before calling out in a feminine voice “housekeeping!”

[identity profile] tolove-inreturn.livejournal.com 2010-04-07 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Beast's first thought was to yell again, but he thought better of it. This strange man didn't seem scared by anything about Beast at all, much less his tantrums. He ignored the cup he was offered, turning toward the window then giving a deep sigh.

"You wouldn't," he cringed again, cutting the word off at the end. "You wouldn't understand." He head pointed toward the floor, but his eyes were closed tight. His tail and shoulders drooped; anything in his body language that would suggest Beast had confidence was gone.

Slowly, a wilted petal came free from the rose. Its trail of sparkles marked its lazy descent back and forth in the glass reliquary, where the outside air couldn't reach it.