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Date: December 29, 1999

Status: Public

Summary:  Pestilence looks for clients...

 

Pestilence had always enjoyed studying anatomy.  There was so much to learn about humans... what made them tick... what made them stop ticking... It was all so fascinating!

Since coming to the manor, though, he had found his knowledge a little lacking.  No matter what he did here, he had no effect on any of the inhabitants.  Sure, they coughed when he was around, but it wasn't a *good* cough.  No chest rattling sounds, no mucus.  It was all for show.

He had felt at odds for a while now.  He decided it was time for a change.

Every night, after everyone had gone to bed, he would creep down to the library and read voraciously.  And after nearly a month, he finally felt that he was ready to start a new path in his existance.

With a slightly giddy feeling in his chest, he pinned an announcement up in the main hall of the Manor.  In his delicate hand was written:

 

Are you feeling worn down?

Have the aeons been getting to you?

Are your wings ruffled?

Then come in to see Dr. Albus.  Specializing in: Shiatsu, Reflexology, Reiki, Rolfing, And Hot Stone.

Stop by today for a free thirty minute session!

Special discount for any Anthropomorphic Personifications.

 

With a spring in his step, he meandered his way back to his room to set up his massage table.

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[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

A rosey hue spread over pale cheeks. "And here I thought you were so different from your father. Honey-coated forked tongues must be hereditary." In spite of his words, though, Pestilence couldn't help but feel better. "Well, I have done a little research into divine physiology... off the record, of course. It would take a little time to work something up, though. When would you need it by?"

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Adam stuck his tongue out and tried to peer at it. Then he grinned at Pestilence to show that he was kidding.

"Guess you can't avoid all your nature..."

Dropping the joke and suddenly looking interested, Adam leaned forward.

"I knew I came to the right person. I don't exactly know much about how this all works. Would six months be too soon?"

[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

"Heh, don't worry kid, I was just joking. And six months should be more then enough time. Never takes me too long to figure out a new strain, and even with immortals, I don't anticipate it can be too difficult. In fact..." he turned to the little library of books by his desk gleefully, "I think I'll start my research right away." Pestilence began enthusiastically thumbing through a few choice references. "Are there any other specifications you want? I think an air based inhalant would be most effective, though the posibilities are nearly endless!" He gushed, but paused, looking gratefully at the young man. "Thanks, kid. This is just what I needed."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam smiled roguishly as he stepped back from the desk.

"Great. I'm glad we could help each other out. I don't have any other specifications, really. It's just gotta work, work quickly, and not really hurt or kill anybody. I'll leave the details up to you. Let me know if you find somethin' or need somethin', okay? Otherwise, I guess I'll leave it to you."

He returned to the door and opened it.

"Thanks," said Adam as he walked out.

[stds-r-4-lovers.livejournal.com]

Pestilence watched Adam leave. Well, the companionship was good while it lasted. Time for work.

The former horseman turned back to his books, pouring over the material. It felt good to have something to do again.