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Post by Oralie Lister on Jan 9, 2019 2:44:11 GMT
"'Scuse me sir!" Oralie chirped as she shook the shoulders of the pawn shop owner, an old man with wicked sharp ram horns over his ears. He jerked from his slumber with a sullen grunt. "Urgh... whaddya want, kid?" he grumbled, shooting Oralie his best get-off-my-lawn glare. His pupils were rectangular.
Unfazed, Oralie graced the pawn shop owner with her toothiest grin. Rows of shark-like teeth glimmered under the dusty yellow lights. "Sorry to wake you up! I was just wondering if this unlocks anything here?" She held up an slender brass key the size of her pinky finger with a fleur de lis bow and two ridged bits at the end. She'd found it stuffed inside the belly of a mangled teddy bear.
The pawn shop owner was already nodding off again. "Mm, yeah, it unlocks somethin' here... dun remember what or where it is... find it yerself, kid." Then he drifted off. His rocking chair shook with his thunderous snores.
Oralie jumped over from behind the counter, nearly knocking over the cash register in the process, and looked around. The pawnshop was more of a cramped storage unit than anything, cluttered with stacks and shelves of mostly useless junk. One's trash was another's treasure, though, and Oralie was dying to know what this little key unlocked. A music box? A lover's locket? Perhaps even a secret passageway? The possibilities were endless.
Oralie went around the pawn shop jamming the key into every vaguely keyhole-shaped opening she could find. She was in the middle of shaking the key out of a cracked porcelain piggy bank when the bell attached over the pawn shop's door rang out, signalling the entrance of a customer.
Oralie popped her head up, still joggling the piggy bank like crazy. "Hey! I dropped something in here, wanna help me get it out?" |
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Post by Laoren on Jan 9, 2019 5:10:16 GMT
"'Scuse me," a voice called out as the door opened. Through it stepped a sharply-dressed woman, a single wing folded behind her as she paused in the doorway. Seeing the unconscious oldster and the mess of a storefront, her back leg was already stretching to exit before a girl's face appeared from below.
Staring at the piggy bank, and then at the old man, and then back at the girl, the new arrival frowned. "Uh, breaking banks ain't really my specialty. I might know a fellow who knows a fellow though," she said with a small grin. It seemed she had a particular reason for having entered the pawn shop as she cast her eyes around the clutter.
The woman's expression swiftly became disappointed, though oddly enough her gaze lingered on the 'OPEN' sign near the window for a good amount of time before turning back to the shorter girl and her piggy bank. "I suppose you can't afford to break it, huh? Let's see... Maybe a magnet if it's a coin you dropped?" She walked over to a cup of what seemed to be silverware and other metal doodads, before plucking out a metal bar of some sort.
Her face soured; it was a blocky knife with what appeared to be very old and dirty jam stuck to the bottom. "The path to fortune is littered with unpleasantries," she said as she held the knife out for the girl. The jam would certainly stick onto whatever was in the piggy bank...but at what cost? |
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Post by Oralie Lister on Jan 9, 2019 22:11:44 GMT
The customer in question turned out to be a woman in a snazzy outfit, human by all appearances except for a single angelic wing. Oralie herself passed as human at first glance, so she knew better than to jump to conclusions. At least, she should know better. She couldn't help playing with possibilities, though: half-angel, mutated human, birdkin with a tragic past.
Oralie returned the woman's smile tenfold. "Friends in high places, huh?" she said, leaning on a nightstand upon which tiny glass figurines trying to be crystal were arranged. A few of them seemed to move independently, which she failed to notice. She also failed to notice the woman's distracted line of sight. Oralie wasn't what most would call observant.
She brightened at the woman's suggestion. "Ooh, smart!" Oralie said, graciously accepting the grimy knife. She turned it over in her hands. "Oh, it's not so bad. I bet it'd look nice in someone's knife block if we cleaned it up..." This train of thought trailed off as she jimmied the tip of the knife into the piggy bank slot. Feeling something catch, she withdrew it carefully. The key indeed was stuck to the jam, as well as a copious amount of lint.
"Got it!" Oralie cheered, waving the knife around. She plucked the key from its point and proffered it to the woman without bothering to wipe it off. "Look, it's a key! The guy over there said it unlocks something here, but he didn't say what it was. Help me look for it!" The idea that the woman might have better things to do didn't cross her mind.
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Post by Laoren on Jan 9, 2019 23:04:46 GMT
The disappointed shopper made a small croaking sound when the shortie in front of her began to wave the knife around, as if afraid that the ageless lint ball would go flying or something similar. Although that did not happen, her fate was nonetheless sealed the moment the key was offered up.
"Did you...buy the key or something?" Although confused by the circumstances, the request itself was straightforward enough, and so the woman took the key and began to look around. After all, discovering where a key fit was the sort of universal fun that could entrap anyone, and she was no exception.
Not that her luck was any better than that of the key's previous holder. In fact, it was quite a bit worse, as her wing caught onto some of the knickknacks in the store, knocking a few brass figurines over at one point before finally knocking a bucket onto her foot.
"Argh! This place is too cramped." As she bent over to rub her bruise, something caught her eye, and she turned around for a moment before standing back up.
"Excuse me, young lady, did you drop this golden lockbox into the bucket, or this silver lockbox?" As she stood up, the woman held an ornate, gilt jewelry box in one hand, and a steel storage box in another, both of similar size with a small keyhole. Carefully nestled in her wing, but still in view, was a plain, wooden box of roughly the same dimensions as the others.
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Post by Oralie Lister on Jan 10, 2019 19:21:15 GMT
"Nope! Just found it laying around here," Oralie said, opening the drawer of the night stand she'd been leaning on. Inside were stacks of lace doilies yellowed with age and dust. "But it doesn't matter as long as we don't bring it out of the shop, right?" And even if she did leave without paying, she doubted the owner would notice. Not that she would ever do something like that. Oralie was a lot of things, but a thief she wasn't.
Oralie poked her head up at the sound of crashing. "You okay?" she asked just to be polite, as it was clear that the woman wasn't mortally wounded. She was, however, in sudden possession of three unlockable boxes of increasingly valuable appearance.
"Oh, I've heard this story before!" Except it involved axes, or swords, or some other kind of weapon rather than boxes. "Hmm. The right answer is that one, right?" she said, pointing toward the wooden box nestled in the woman's wing. She winded her way toward the woman and eased the box from her wing.
"Open it!" she said eagerly as she held the box up in front of the woman, inviting her to use the key.
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Post by Laoren on Jan 10, 2019 21:16:06 GMT
"Going straight for the right answer, isn't that a little bland?" Despite protesting, the woman set the other two boxes down and attempted to pop open the wooden box with the key. It didn't quite seem to take, possibly because the key had accumulated some grossness from the jam and lint. With a look of extreme distaste, she scraped off the gunk from the blade of the key.
However, a repeated attempt yielded no success either, despite a noticeable level of physical exertion. "Uh...guess that wasn't the right answer after all?" Chuckling, she took up steel storage box and shoved the key in, giving it a twist. There was an audible click as the top of the box popped slightly open. "Ah, not the gold one then. Darn."
She opened the lid and faced the box at an angle so that they both could see inside. Within, there was a steel whistle, as well as a brooch in the shape of a wing. "Some kid's old toys, maybe?" the woman guessed.
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