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"Hush, Iblis! Hush! Your lunch awaits you, but you can't just cry about it. You are bigger than this." said the little man, tone dripping with disappointment.
The wiry thing, the visage of a brown Borzoi, sat in front of the desk tucked away behind many bookshelves, and stared temptingly up at the man, raising protest.
From the outside, in the sprawl between the Inner and Outer city walls of Alliria, sat the relatively unassuming brownstone, bordered on one side by condemned housing, on the other by a typically barren alley. A flickering firelit sign hangs above the door which sat not far below street level, a cat's eye staring out impassively, with the fancy scrawl of "Bunnie Beiderbecke - All-Occult - Come With Business!" below it.
To many first-time or business visitors walking through the heavy wooden door, it's window lightly frosted, the only thing clear and easy to see at first in the dim light is a large silver bell with a large red bow around it's handle on the counter at right, practically beckoning with "Ring me!"
Otherwise upon entry, the waft of damp moss, strong herbs, and even stronger Kalitii oils rolls strongly about one's nose and tongue. The counter, glass fronted, is nigh full and covered with a smattering of figures, books, and talismans. Along the wall on the left are shelves of glass bowls and boxes containing small damp creatures, and small wooden cages for furrier little things. The rest of the room- save for narrow lanes -is filled with many a brimming shelf, table, and case. Straight down the back is a dark wooden door, indicated "Private!" by a sign, behind which is hidden Bunnie's office, among other things. Sachets and bundles hang from the two large rafter beams.
And that is only the beginning of this little place...
A much larger, hairier Malamute-Bloodhound bays loudly, irritated at a stranger passing by the low barred window, unknowing of the contents of the shoppe.
"Mephistos, my doll, you will scare away even the loyal customers. Where would you be without them, hm?"
Mephistos growls, but just as quickly retreats to the corner of the room at the dismissive wave of Bunnie's hand.
Silly creature. Even amongst Fiends, you have your baser children, beloved not for tact but for what heart they have.
Gulliver Ingold
The wiry thing, the visage of a brown Borzoi, sat in front of the desk tucked away behind many bookshelves, and stared temptingly up at the man, raising protest.
From the outside, in the sprawl between the Inner and Outer city walls of Alliria, sat the relatively unassuming brownstone, bordered on one side by condemned housing, on the other by a typically barren alley. A flickering firelit sign hangs above the door which sat not far below street level, a cat's eye staring out impassively, with the fancy scrawl of "Bunnie Beiderbecke - All-Occult - Come With Business!" below it.
To many first-time or business visitors walking through the heavy wooden door, it's window lightly frosted, the only thing clear and easy to see at first in the dim light is a large silver bell with a large red bow around it's handle on the counter at right, practically beckoning with "Ring me!"
Otherwise upon entry, the waft of damp moss, strong herbs, and even stronger Kalitii oils rolls strongly about one's nose and tongue. The counter, glass fronted, is nigh full and covered with a smattering of figures, books, and talismans. Along the wall on the left are shelves of glass bowls and boxes containing small damp creatures, and small wooden cages for furrier little things. The rest of the room- save for narrow lanes -is filled with many a brimming shelf, table, and case. Straight down the back is a dark wooden door, indicated "Private!" by a sign, behind which is hidden Bunnie's office, among other things. Sachets and bundles hang from the two large rafter beams.
And that is only the beginning of this little place...
A much larger, hairier Malamute-Bloodhound bays loudly, irritated at a stranger passing by the low barred window, unknowing of the contents of the shoppe.
"Mephistos, my doll, you will scare away even the loyal customers. Where would you be without them, hm?"
Mephistos growls, but just as quickly retreats to the corner of the room at the dismissive wave of Bunnie's hand.
Silly creature. Even amongst Fiends, you have your baser children, beloved not for tact but for what heart they have.
Gulliver Ingold