Post Boy Blues

Hi I'm Micah McDermott and I'm the new mailman of Havenwood! I'll do my best to get the mail to you on time, whenever, wherever! [ IC RP blog for HHNNRP ]

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The good thing about my job is that I get to go around and meet people.

The bad thing is that a lot of these packages make weird noises or are just oddly shaped or have odd requests and drop locations.

Eh, a little excitement never hurt anyone. This is still infinitely better than work at my old office.

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The good thing about having Vetis around is that I have a room mate.

The bad thing is that he likes to sit in my lap in his uh...minor form or something and I can't get up to go to the bathroom.

This is suffering.

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[haha shit sorry for the absence been busy with life and uhhh other commitments also my muse has been a bit exhausted due to irl events. Will get my ass into gear tomorrow or so help me god]

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An Unexpected Delivery

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Micah's excited rambling got interrupted by Vetis suddenly pushing him back against the counter, and all at once a hundred thoughts ran through his mind. It didn't help that the demon was holding his hand also. Oh no no no this wasn't one of THOSE demons, was it? He was still a virgin and while he wasn't particularly picky with potential lovers, a demon was pushing it. He closed his eyes as his hand pressed against the paper.

Flames danced around their hands, and Micah bit his lips waiting for his hand to get burned, but it didn't happen. A sharp pain made him open his eyes and look down at his hand, which the demon had let go of. Glowing on his skin was the sigil that was on the bag. Ooooooh boy so this was it. His fate was sealed after all. He was going to have to deal with- Wait was he kissing his hand????

"Woooaaah there!!! I d-don't swing that way! I mean, human and demon...that's just weird..." As soon as his hand was let go, he rubbed the sigil furiously for a moment. He stopped then looked up at Vetis. "D-did you say that...I'm your master now? You're gonna serve me? Woah woah woah hey hold on I never agreed to this that's basically saying that we're married or something and I am in no way okay with this."

Micah backed up into a corner, nearly climbing atop the table and hopping over the counter. "I mean, wow cool, so I have a demon to do my every bidding....But it's for the rest of my life? That's a bit of a big commitment and oh gosh what if others talk I mean you'd be around me all the time right? Oh man....I mean, no offense you seem like a nice enough demon guy but wow this is awkward..."

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An Unexpected Delivery

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Micah adjusted his glasses and guffawed at the man before him. Wings. He noticed the wings finally as the man stood up straight after the bow. The boy merely nodded his head and let his eyes dart around to take in every detail. The ash pile around this guy's feet, the wings, the fire, the sigil....

"A-are you a demon?" The post boy coughed the words out then straightened up. He was shorter than this guy by only a few inches, which was pleasantly surprising since he was expecting something like a 10-foot giant. Before Vetis could even reply, he darted around behind the summoned demon and began poking and prodding the semi-feathered wings.

"Woah that's so cool!!! Wow, you are a demon! I summoned a demon! Neat! I was right about that symbol thing! So are you some kind of fire bird thing? Phoenix or something?" He shuffled back around in front of Vetis. "Hey hey mister, if you are a mister, I mean, can't be too sure, but uh, hey, you're not gonna take my soul are you? Cuz I kinda need that and uh, I don't really have anything to offer so don't feel too bad that I just summoned you by complete accident. No hard feelings, yeah?"

"The name's Micah by the way! Nice to meet you!" Micah grinned widely and offered a hand to shake before taking his hand back. "Err...wait I'd rather not seal my fate with a handshake. Sorry about that haha!"

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So uh

The dog was delivered

To a guy who actually was on fire??? But not like...burning. It was cool! Woaaah you should've seen it he was sharply dressed and was really neat but he was just...well his head was on FIRE!

And he had a bunch of other corgis running around the lawn but they were all like the corgi I had and they nearly ate me alive gosh!

He asked me all these weird questions like if i enjoyed the road and if the dog was nice to me???? He then paid me $100.

He gave me a card too I guess he's a lawyer or something. Messenger & Sons Law Firm.

Neat!

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This cage is hard to carry the dog won't stop jumping.

Rude.

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Ok so the bite mysteriously disappeared.

But the good news is that the dog is in the carrier! The sooner I deliver this, the sooner I can clean up my poor, poor apartment.....I just moved in here yesterday.....

I'm gonna bring my phone so I'll keep you all posted.

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The dog is locked in the bathroom and I think he bit me. Where he bit me I will not say. But it is painful and highly unpleasant.

I hope the neighbors don't mind loud demonic barking.

I'll try again after I patch myself up.

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Update!

I return with a dog carrier! Ok so I didn't buy it, more like found it, but it was just lying there as if it were meant for me, so i took it. I guess if anyone has a missing dog carrier...I'll pay for it after I get paid? If I get paid? I dunno...I don't even know who my employer even is so I have no idea how any of this is going to work out.

Also

The apartment is in ruins and the dog is nowhere to be seen.

Hold on I think I heard something from my room...

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The dog keeps nipping at my ankles...

It's also growling at me menacingly and it looks like it wants to murder me...

That's kinda cute. In a creepy kind of way.

Right, maybe I can find a cage somewhere in town. Hope the dog doesn't trash the apartment up while I'm gone.

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thank you. just so you know, the person you are delivering to is a lawyer and a good friend of mine. i hope 10 stamps are enough. if not i have taken the liberty of buying several hundred and leaving them in a pile next to the corgi. good day.

I uh....

Well....

Several hundred would cover the shipping but that's not what I'm concerned about.

Is it even ethical to mail a dog in a cardboard box?

I'll deliver it, but I'm finding a cage for it first.

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There actually was a box outside of my door.

I brought it inside and the box opened up. I don't think the dog is pleased....

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you. i've dropped a corgi off in a small box in front of your place. you need to take it to a location in the north section of town. address is on a note i've taken the liberty of stamping the corgi with. 10 stamps. i hope it's enough. regardless, it's for a dear colleague of mine. he might be on fire, and possibly somewhat terrifying, but don't worry. that's normal. one last thing; this is not a normal corgi. don't put it near any dragons. thank you for your time.

Um!!! I....only started this job today and uh...I guess people are finding out about me?

This sure...is a request....I mean...a Corgi....delivery? Dragons?

Er...

Well I can't fail the town on my first day! I'll uh...go fetch the dog then.

Thanks Anonymous Customer?

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I’m still crying over the frozen squid and letter

Like legit that would happen to Micah

Actually many odd things would end up in Micah’s hands while he’s out delivering mail to people in Havenwood

Well then

Everyone needs to give micah weird things to deliver please do it

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An Unexpected Delivery

The point is that his old hometown was boring as heck and being kidnapped is his idea of a good time.

The night before, Micah had joined this blogging site as mandated by the mysterious letter addressed to him, and had spoken to someone who was to be his co-worker at the post office. What was his name again? Well in any case, he wasn't in the post office when he arrived. Nor was there anyone else in the building as a matter of fact. Eh, must be out for breakfast something. It was still early morning and his old co-workers did the same thing sometimes.

Micah waited for a few minutes, but the quiet buzzing of the machines in the back of the room was the only thing keeping him company. Fed up with waiting, he decided to tour the facility himself. The doors to the back room were oddly unlocked. Probably because the staff here was waiting for him? He went in and began to look at the mess that was the sorting room. It didn't seem like anyone had been in here for ages. There were boxes all over the place as well, piling up on dusty shelves and even dustier floors.

Maybe they recently opened the post office up? He was a new hire, right? Micah kept rationalizing everything with simple naïveté, though really he was spooked. But in an excited kind of way. Excpooked. Spookcited. Yeah.

Not long after going through the shelves, Micah noticed a corner that appeared to have been recently disturbed. Boxes and dust had been displaced, and it really stood out. Curious, the boy dug through the boxes to see if anything was under there out of instinct. Sure enough, there was a bag with an odd sigil on it. It looked like some sort of satanic cult symbol. Maybe he could look into it later? He didn't want to take the bag in case it belonged to someone else.

He walked back to the main room and shuffled around to find some paper and a pen. Printer paper? Check. Broken but miraculously functioning pen? Check. Sigil? Check. Micah carefully drew the sigil as accurately as he could on the paper, which took a bit of time since it was a complex looking. The entire time, no one entered the building, leaving the new post boy to listen to the humming of the machines.

Finally, he set the pen down and looked back at his handiwork. The lines were shaky despite his best effort, and one could tell where he made and corrected a few mistakes, but it was good enough. Micah quickly returned the bag to its original location then returned to the front desk. He sat in the busted chair and stared down at the sigil.

A voice at the back of his head told him to draw a circle around it. He knew it was a bad idea; given the atmosphere of the post office and the events leading to this very moment, there was a good chance that something bad was gonna happen.

He drew the circle anyway.

And nothing happened. Well, nothing flashy at least. While he was expecting some sort of horror movie paper-bursts-into-flames-and-demon-gets-summoned-type incident, all that happened was a strange voice spoke inside his head. It was a strong voice and it felt very commanding, so much so that he opened his mouth to say the word. He uttered out from under his breath the word that was trying to escape his throat.

"Vetis..."

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