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outside_omens2005-11-16 04:47 pm
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Date: N/A
Status: Private
Setting: Death's House
Summary: Albert has an unpleasant surprise.
Rating: G
Albert balanced a cup and saucer on one hand and nudged the skull encrusted door with another. It gave a satisfying creek as it swung open. (There was no such annoyance when Death himself entered the room, but as Albert expected it, he heard it.)
"Sir?" he called out, "I brought you some chamomile tea." The large and looming chair was faced towards the dark wall, and Albert walked to it, placing the cup and saucer onto the also skull covered desk.
The Death of Rats, poised on a photograph that portrayed Death with his skeletal hands on the shoulders of a young man and woman, gave him a friendly SQUEAK.
Albert, however, didn't notice. It seemed that the impossible had happened- Death was gone. His eyes widened, and he felt his mind go blank for a moment.
'Calm down,old man,' he thought to himself, 'He's probably just out on a job.' But he could rule that possibility out- Death never left without his tea, and besides, the floor was completely littered with pieces of paper. As he bent Alfred could see scribblings of 'what's is all about' and 'remember everything.'
"Rats!" he stomped, "He's going through one of those philosophical phases again! And I'm not thrilled to contact that nosy granddaughter of his..."
"No offense," he added, hearing a SQUEAK of indignation from the Death of Rats.
Status: Private
Setting: Death's House
Summary: Albert has an unpleasant surprise.
Rating: G
Albert balanced a cup and saucer on one hand and nudged the skull encrusted door with another. It gave a satisfying creek as it swung open. (There was no such annoyance when Death himself entered the room, but as Albert expected it, he heard it.)
"Sir?" he called out, "I brought you some chamomile tea." The large and looming chair was faced towards the dark wall, and Albert walked to it, placing the cup and saucer onto the also skull covered desk.
The Death of Rats, poised on a photograph that portrayed Death with his skeletal hands on the shoulders of a young man and woman, gave him a friendly SQUEAK.
Albert, however, didn't notice. It seemed that the impossible had happened- Death was gone. His eyes widened, and he felt his mind go blank for a moment.
'Calm down,old man,' he thought to himself, 'He's probably just out on a job.' But he could rule that possibility out- Death never left without his tea, and besides, the floor was completely littered with pieces of paper. As he bent Alfred could see scribblings of 'what's is all about' and 'remember everything.'
"Rats!" he stomped, "He's going through one of those philosophical phases again! And I'm not thrilled to contact that nosy granddaughter of his..."
"No offense," he added, hearing a SQUEAK of indignation from the Death of Rats.