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[there_is_a_me]

Spoon is in the bar, by the fire, finishing the last of the bone beads. All is in readiness. All he needs now is Ace and Moiraine. Life is good. Life is very good.

Life is full of dead bunnies.

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[berryberryraz]

A nymph beautiful woman very strong smell of raspberries wanders by, stops, tilts her head, and blinks rapidly and confusedly at Spoon.

"...You a werewolf?" she asks after a few seconds.

[there_is_a_me]

"Yeah." Spoon says, without looking up from what he's doing. He's trying to figure out what she smells like under the raspberries.

It isn't working.

Uh. "What're you?"

[berryberryraz]

Faintly of alcohol, and under that, even more faintly of something completely unfamiliar. But mostly of raspberries.

"Meliae. Goo girl. Jell-O chick. Pick one, really." She blinks at Spoon again. "What's with Milliways and werewolves? That's two of ya I've seen so far."

[there_is_a_me]

"Three of us are in the same fuckin' pack." Spoon says with a shrug, "Along with four dogs, some humans, and a part-Cheetah. She's me mate. You probably met da' or Muldoon. Might have met Richard fuckin' Ryan, but he's nothing of mine."

[devils_fear]

Matt is getting impatient to leave. Well, he's been that since arriving but it's starting to really get to him. The knowledge that he can't do anything about it is only making it worse.

Still he's trying to keep his hea, use this time to rest and gather himself. He's only partially succeeding. Tonight though he's making a real effort at it. Bar provided him with tea and he has made his way over towards the fire where it is relatively more quiet.

He takes a seat and gets ready to sample the tea when two scents wrinkle his nose. One is dead something or other. Actually, just the bones, and not recent but it's not really a pleasant sort of scent. The other is almost like wet dog, but not really. Hard to describe but also hard to ignore. He tries though, adjusting the dark red tinted glasses he's wearing and bringing the tea up for drinking again.

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon only smells like wet dog because he has puppies to wash.

He, himself, smells of something different. A lot different. Like human and wolf twisted into each other in a way that has nothing at all to do with anything at all sane. It freaks Caucasian Ovcharkas out until they get used to it.

Spoon, himself, is a little bit busy with the bones and unlikely to notice someone sniffing at him anyway. Where he's from (the farm, not the world) getting sniffed is something that happens at two minute intervals. Spoon has puppies.

[devils_fear]

He's starting to catch that under the smell of dogs and farm. It's interesting but he's experienced many strangely scented people. Wolverine, for instance, smells like wet dog, pine trees, cigar smoke, beer and a man who perhaps doesn't bath as much as he should. Wolverine has told Matt that he smells like old books.

For now though he tries to keep his senses on the tea. The tea itself is good but not working to relax him. He sighs and sets the cup down and tries to find something else to take his mind off the missing door and urgent mission waiting for him on the other side.

He decides to uncover the source of the scent that is nagging on his senses and realizes there are three culprits. Two being a pair of puppies and the other being the man with them. He smiles at the puppies.

[there_is_a_me]

SPOON THERE IS A STRANGER AND HE IS SMILING AT ME STRANGER STRANGER STRANGER!
SPOON HE IS SMILING AT ME TOO IT'S A SMILING STRANGER, SPOON!

Well, then, kids...go say hi. Spoon puts his tools down and watches as the puppies go sniff the smiling guy.

[notagod_apollo]

Lee's passing by when he notices Spoon and his work, he stops mid-stride to check it out more carefully.

"Hey..."

[there_is_a_me]

"Hallo, sir." Spoon says, grinning up, "How're you?"

[notagod_apollo]

"Not to bad, yourself?"

He nods down at the beads curiously.

"What're you making?"

[there_is_a_me]

"Beads, for Ace's sister. Not, uh, that Moiraine knows that yet." The werewolf grins, "Be a bit of a surprise, see."