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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 10:22 pm
 Only Inle-roo or Jynk should be posting here unless you have permission. 15 EXTENDED INVENTORY:-nothing-
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 11:30 pm
1. Jynk's post
2. Contents
3. About Teufel
4. Family
5. Pets
6. Friends
7. Possessions
8. Events
9. Reserved
10. Reserved
Don't post here unless you're a Beat guardian or Jynk. If you want to drop off a gift, that's fine, just do it ICly. If you fit none of these qualifications, pm me for permission first.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 11:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 11:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 11:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 11:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 11:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 11:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 11:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 11:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 12:09 am
4/04/05 - Journal Entry
I'm never going out drinking again. I never should have gone in the FIRST place, with my astoundingly low tolerance to alcohol, but what's done is done.
But I digress.
I went out drinking several weeks ago, just to get away from the kids. It was rather uneventful (the drinking, anyway), until I left the establishment. The last thing I remember before passing out is a strange shop, a stranger woman, and a relatively normal (brightly colored and horned) egg. I woke up the next morning with the egg in my bed and a killer headache. Once I got over my hangover (several days later), I checked the egg out. There was a tag on it, with its name (Teufel), the place it came from (or at least the address), and something about a muse (mischief? Lucky me)? I might've still been seeing things at that point.
So I carry the egg around with me, to save it from inquisitive children and pets, and then it hatches. Suddenly, out pops a little blue critter with wings. Quite the norm for me, I suppose, with my taste in pets and whatnot. It's got little purple horns, littler green eyes, and a swirly design on its side.
"Hello, Teufel," I said to it.
"Food," it said to me.
So I fed it. And fed it some more. And fed it yet again an hour later. Needless to say, Teufel eats. A lot. And I think I've learned what the Mischief on its tag means. Sometimes it'll lay in the path of an unsuspecting household member and laugh as they trip over it. It often goes around scaring some of the others, and laughing some more. Sometimes it'll sit on my desk when I'm writing and jump right into my face. Those little horns hurt, you kn--
Here the entry seems to end, an inky line marring the rest of the page. It seems Teufel is at it again...
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 11:30 pm
4/11/05 - Narrative
Trouble, and lots of it. Teufel spent his waking moments thinking of ways to cause it, get into it, and avoid getting blamed for it. Laying in people's paths had gotten old after awhile, and most of them just wound up kicking him anyway. He wasn't a soccer ball. He WASN'T. Soccer balls didn't have little wings, or little horns, or large mean streaks. So Teufel needed a new plan, one that would end up with someone other than him getting hurt.
He had hopped himself onto the couch (it had taken quite a bit of effort on his part) and was thinking of ways to get into trouble when trouble came to him in the form of Tama, a horned, winged creature called a banthi. Tama hadn't seen Teufel on the couch, as the little bugger was tucked away in a corner, so he had jumped onto it in hopes of grabbing a nap...
...only to find himself poked in his spotted bum by Teufel's tiny horns. He immediately jumped off the couch , searching for the thing that had disturbed what might have been a grand nap, and locked eyes with Teufel. He hadn't seen the round creature before, but then, creatures were known for showing up at the house one day and never leaving. It was then that Teufel made the mistake of laughing at the prank he had inadvertantly pulled. With narrowed eyes and a growl, Tama attacked his attacker, taking him between his teeth and walking out the large doggie-door.
A few moments later, he padded back in, looking pleased with himself. Outside, Teufel was lodged safely high above the ground, suspended in the branches of a tree. "Crap," said Teufel, as it started to rain. Crap, indeed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:13 am
"Give food now!" Teufel demanded as he trailed Inle into the kitchen, his tiny feet stepping on the backs of her own. For some reason the Beat had chosen her as today's victim, and she wasn't too pleased about it.
"Get your own food," she shot back, moving to take sandwich fixings from the refrigerator. Teufel grunted and followed her as she put them on the counter, staring up at the ham and cheese. No fair, he couldn't get up there!
"Food now please!" Teufel tried again. He had found out awhile ago that saying this "please" word made people more inclined to do what he wanted them to, but it was still rare for him to use it.
"You just ate an hour ago!" Inle said as she made the sandwich. Teufel's piercing stare did little to unnerve her; he was just too small and cute to be really intimidating. The Beat grunted again before seeming to give up, trotting off to do whatever it is he did during the day. This, too, was ignored, and as Inle sat down to eat her sandwich, a loud crash could be heard a few rooms down. Inle sighed, trying to decide between taking care of the mess right then or waiting until she was done with her lunch. After a moment she decided upon the latter--if whatever had broken was glass, she didn't want any of the kids or animals accidentally stepping on it. With that, she shoved herself away from the table and stalked off...
...just as Teufel was approaching the dining room from the other side of the kitchen. With a quick check to make sure Inle was really gone, he hopped first onto Inle's vacated chair and then the table, eagerly scarfing down her carefully-made sandwich.
Sometimes, please just didn't cut it.
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