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| 07 Mar 2012 04:03 PM |
I kid you not, it says exactly that.
Directly under "Ink And Quill's"
It used to begin with an L, as those are the owners' true names, but it either was purposely discarded or weakened and fell over time.
You stand infront, awaiting it's very first opening.
You don't completely understand, but you have had a feeling all night that this is a very special store. Soon, it shall prove it's worth.
You can only hope it is a land of unending wonders, were sugar cubes grow on trees it rains rubber balls.
But, what else would be thought of a mind only lived six years?
When, suddenly, the lights within flash on.
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| 07 Mar 2012 04:07 PM |
(Yes, I did say it's been there long enough for a letter to fall from the sign, AND it is just opening now.
That was an accident, but I don't wish to change it.
I'll come up with reasoning later on.) |
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| 07 Mar 2012 04:12 PM |
| Check if the store's stocked. |
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| 07 Mar 2012 04:22 PM |
Cupping your hands inbetween your face and the glass, looking in, you see a man standing at the counter. Behind him are endless boxes in both directions, marbled dark blood red and any color from jet black to snow white to sky blue, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, each with it's own little cubby on the large shelves.
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| 07 Mar 2012 04:23 PM |
| Punch through door. You're Uvula Jones, and you can do WHATEVER you want to. |
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| 07 Mar 2012 04:24 PM |
| Finally go inside, perhaps. |
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| 07 Mar 2012 04:25 PM |
[POSSIBLE TRANSLATION]
[GO INSIDE. ALSO, YOUR NAME IS JOHNNY.] |
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| 07 Mar 2012 04:35 PM |
(I imagined your voice being somewhat like shirly temple, when she was young. Except male.)
As you enter, a bronze, or perhaps copper beel rings softly. The man at the counter smiles warmly. He looks to you as an old friend.
"Hello, Johny." He says. His voice reminds you of a cold winter, going home to a warm fire.
You look upwards and notice in each corner are candle lamps. How did he light them all at once, earlier?
"Hiya, mister." You say. You have heard other children greet elders with this.
He just smiles, seemingly deep in thought. Perhaps remembering something. "What can I get you?" He asks.
"I'm looking for your magic. I know you've got it!" You say.
He laughs, and you giggle with him.
"I've got just the thing for you." He scans the shelves, then walks to your right to pull out a small box for you.
He comes back with it, and sets it down. It's marbled like the rest, brown and red and white. On the front is a picture of those monkey toys, the ones that play the funny symbols.
"And what've you got to pay me with?" He says playfully.
"Eight minutes of my life." You say, smiling. You don't know what it means, but you think you heard it on the radio. He smiles back and respondes, "Alright. Hope to see you again." And then he walks off. You leave happily with your little box.
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| 07 Mar 2012 04:47 PM |
You get outside to the snowy ground, your black mittens wrapped tightly around the box.
As soon as you've realized you can, you sit in the snow and open the box.
Inside is a bright red bottle shaped like the monkey on the front, with a cork in the top. You cannot see through it. |
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| 07 Mar 2012 04:51 PM |
[WHAT DO YOU DO?]
[OR]
[CONTINUE] |
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| 07 Mar 2012 05:33 PM |
*Sees LoganB is here*
Nevermind.
(SEE WHAT I DID THERE?) |
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