The Apothecary

Bad Memories

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 20:25:29 GMT

( Last Day? )

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Destiny?

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 19:56:16 GMT

( Still panicking ... )

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Old threat, new panic

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 19:34:28 GMT

( Ghosts ... )

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Pain

Tue, 19 Jan 2010 21:49:27 GMT

*chuffs a little* Such morbid interests. Tchu! *shakes head* Well, for maybe a little break, how about an example of the slightly brighter side of things?

( On pain, and doctors ... )

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Hatred

Sat, 09 Jan 2010 12:32:44 GMT

*smiles* Hatred. Now this is much better topic, ja? Much more my style. *chuckles* Hatred is the province of the weak, after all, and I am very weak little rat. Very weak indeed. And as such, I have made a study of my hate. Others', too, but mine own in particular.

( Tchu. Let's see. )

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Gratitude

Sat, 02 Jan 2010 22:10:05 GMT

( What a cheering subject ... )

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Week 31 - Doubt

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:07:02 GMT

When in panic, or in doubt/run in circles, scream and shout!

*looks very carefully blank* Ye-es. If you want to die, certainly. If you're suicidal, by all means.

*rubs snout with paw wearily* Alright. Running has definite uses. In circles, not so much. Screaming has uses too, ja. Attracts attention to the problem, which can be good. Sometimes. Unless the attention attacted is not the healthy kind. And shouting sometimes works, if the 'problem' is new to the game and easily intimidated. So. Individually, not always stupid thing to do. But not, never, where there is doubt. And not all at once. Tchu! *shakes head* When you're not sure what to do, attracting attention and staying in the same place is not good plan!

First thing, you do not panic, not until after problem is done. Second thing, if you do not know what to do, you do not draw attention. Attention is dangerous! Stay calm, stay quiet, let events take shape before you move if you can at all. If you can run, by all means, but a destination helps, and a way to get there. Circles are not helpful. Not little ones, anyway.

*rubs face some more, sighs* No panic, no loud noises, no pointless movements. Lessons to stay alive by, tchu? Someone says different, give them nice smile, and lots of space to die in, ja?

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Cold

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 01:30:35 GMT

( Cold )

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Helping Hands

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 22:09:59 GMT

Tchu! Oh, that means only one person. Have I introduced you to Jan, yet? Idiot friend who wants to help people? *shrugs* Oh well. Here he is. Our first meeting. It'll tell you all you need to know about the poor idiot.

( Read more... )

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Strongest woman ...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 21:45:26 GMT

On occasion, Sebastien is a very, very stupid rat. *shakes head* A very stupid rat. There are things one must never do, no matter what reasons they might have, or what they might hope to get out of it.

And interfering in the feud between two very powerful and vindictive women is very, very high on the list.

( Negotiations )

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Never Show Your Hand

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 19:51:48 GMT

( No matter what ... )

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Generations

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:04:01 GMT

( Tchu! This is complicated ... )

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Hate the world ...

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 01:40:52 GMT

And Sorka, and the Polizei, and my own stupid needs and ideas about what people are entitled to ask me, even when they'd kill me for refusing ...

( The great art of life is sensation? Hah! )

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Best Lesson

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 18:23:53 GMT

Best lesson learned? Tchu! There are many. Hmmm. But in my life, and my line of work, there is maybe one very important one, yes? This is - Do Not Piss Off The Nasty Rats With Weapons Who Demand Money. *nods emphatically* This is very, very important in Carogne!

( An example: )

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Borrowing a prompt ...

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 02:03:44 GMT

"I am, as I am; whether hideous, or handsome, depends on who is made judge." -- Herman Melville

Handsome? Tchu! And what does that mean to me? *laughs* How would I tell, if I were handsome or not? Blind as a bat, yes? Well, not as a bat, because they're not actually blind so much as prone to playing things by the literal ear, whereas I ... black as black can be, my world. One eye white, the other barely formed. Tchu tchu. *chuckles* Never met a creature I could honestly call good-looking, though whether that is my fault or theirs, I leave to you. *grin*

Other ways, now ... People to me are spaces, movements, scents, tastes and sounds. A twitch of my whiskers and a quick (or not so quick) frisk with my paws, and I'll tell you if they have a handsome build. A wrinkle of my nose, and I'll tell you if they have a charming scent. A word from their mouths, and I'll call their voice interesting or not. And a little nibble ... *grin* Well, I'm sure you can figure that out.

Myself? Well. I don't know, really. My scent is that of the doctor, the apothecary. Pleasing to some, appalling to others. My voice ... I find it pleasant, but that it because it says nice things to me. Others, I could not say, but at least it does not bounce from the ceilings or make ears ache, unlike some I could mention. My build ... there, I think, I am superb! Slim, muscled, dapper ... *leers* Don't you agree?

And taste ... let us just say that is for me to know, and none of you to find out, yes? Any predators in the gathering, I promise I'm not worth the experiment.

Tchu! Where was I? Handsome, yes. If by that you mean good-looking, I've no way to comment. If you're either blind or a hedonist like myself, and thus are open to other senses ... there are many unique beauties in the world.

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Welcome

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 00:35:14 GMT

Come, come, little dears, little loves. Let me look at you. Hehe. My little joke. But help a poor blind rat out. Come closer. Let him touch you a little, let him see how big you are. My, my my my. Big indeed, my little loves. Big indeed.

But that is not why you are here. No, not at all. It is why I am here, of course, but we shall not speak of that. Now. Tell Sebastien what it is you need. A tincture, for your cuts? A potion, for your aches? A needle, for your wounds?

Or maybe a rumour, for your ears? A friend, for your heart? A servant, for your cause? A blade, for your enemy? Sebastien has all these things, my dears, all these and more. Come. Tell him what it is you need.

Then, perhaps, we shall speak of price.

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