[It wasn't a spirit, but he was somewhat inhuman. Humanoid, to be more precise, but not human. He certainly wasn't a spirit, although by all means he should have been. Mike should have been dead, but he wasn't. Not that he was complaining; being alive had its advantages
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[Ironically enough, Lottie had a little day dream in the back of her mind that involved Mike coming to New Orleans. When she thought of it, she, herself, couldn't figure out whether she would, or even could, introduce Mike. But she never really had a situation in which a secret must be kept, either.
Stella had gotten up from her pearch to go up to the window to bark. Luckily, the pudgy thing couldn't get her head completely over the seal, but Mike might have to avoid some slobber.
Nervously and warily trotting over, a beauty pagent trophy in one hand as a "weapon", she went over to the window, pushing Stella aside with her legs. She meekly peered out; nothing out in the distance or on the ground but the servants.
She backed up again.] Jus' what in th'world are you barkin' at, Stellah? Go on, show me.
[The dog went back to the window, trying her hardest to claw her way up enough to peer down at Mike. Lottie walked back up to the window, this time hovering over Stella, and trying to follow her gaze. Upon doing so, she saw
( ... )
[This just really wasn't his night. He hadn't meant to scare Lottie. Really, he hadn't. But now that he had, the hired help's lantern was quickly approaching, and he would be found.
But the light in the room was out, and he had no other choice. He dove through the window, trying to avoid being seen in the near darkness of the room. Mike half-scrambled behind the dressing screen and crouched down, knowing the dog would be on him in a moment. But it quieted his instincts temporarily.
So, instead of just trying to wait this out, he had to let Lottie know he wasn't going to attack her.]
[Before he spoke, Lottie had seen him start to run to the other side of the room. Terrified it was an intruder, or worse, a demon, she chucked the trophy at him.
Stella was barking and growling like mad, waddling as fast as she could over to attack the stranger in her territory. She scrambled to her feet, ready to run, just in case. And then, she heard his voice.
Something about that voice was oddly familiar. Wait-!]
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Stella had gotten up from her pearch to go up to the window to bark. Luckily, the pudgy thing couldn't get her head completely over the seal, but Mike might have to avoid some slobber.
Nervously and warily trotting over, a beauty pagent trophy in one hand as a "weapon", she went over to the window, pushing Stella aside with her legs. She meekly peered out; nothing out in the distance or on the ground but the servants.
She backed up again.] Jus' what in th'world are you barkin' at, Stellah? Go on, show me.
[The dog went back to the window, trying her hardest to claw her way up enough to peer down at Mike. Lottie walked back up to the window, this time hovering over Stella, and trying to follow her gaze. Upon doing so, she saw ( ... )
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But the light in the room was out, and he had no other choice. He dove through the window, trying to avoid being seen in the near darkness of the room. Mike half-scrambled behind the dressing screen and crouched down, knowing the dog would be on him in a moment. But it quieted his instincts temporarily.
So, instead of just trying to wait this out, he had to let Lottie know he wasn't going to attack her.]
Lottie! Lottie! It's me!
[He hoped she remembered him.]
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Stella was barking and growling like mad, waddling as fast as she could over to attack the stranger in her territory. She scrambled to her feet, ready to run, just in case. And then, she heard his voice.
Something about that voice was oddly familiar. Wait-!]
Mike? Is that you?
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