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Cosette


The Angel Archan
Owner: Trithie

Age: 8 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: June 7th, 2011

Adopted: 1 year, 8 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: November 11th, 2017

Statistics


  • Level: 40
     
  • Strength: 100
     
  • Defense: 100
     
  • Speed: 100
     
  • Health: 101
     
  • HP: 101/101
     
  • Intelligence: 61
     
  • Books Read: 61
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Tramp leaned back in his office chair with a creeeeeeeek and put his feet up on his desk. It wobbled a little under the pressure like usual, and he kicked some of the cluttered papers off to the side to make space for his boots. With a sigh, he settled back for the first time in days, since he’d caught a lead on his last case and subsequently brought the perp in just hours ago. It was finally time to close up shop and maybe go sleep for three or four days-

His door banged open. ‘Well, this is just great,’ he thought to himself.

With a grunt he looked up, and saw a beautiful, what was she- an archan maybe- standing in front of him. It was always tough to place species in Monster City, since half the population were dirty shapeshifters it seemed, and the other half were just plain weird. She was gripping what had once probably been an immaculately cleaned handkerchief in her paws.

“Sorry lady, we’re closed,” he stated gruffly.

“Oh, but please,” she said, her voice trembling, “my husband’s been murdered and I need your help, Mister, ummmm-”

“Tramp,” he interjected. “Name’s just Tramp. But like I said, we’re closed. Go to the cops, they’ll help you out.”

“You don’t understand, Mister... Tramp,” said the archan- yes, she must be an archan-, “The police don’t believe it was murder. They won’t listen to me, you must help me!”

He replied, “Well lady-”

“Cosette. My name is Cosette and my husband Lou, he’s been-”

“Murdered, you said,” he interrupted. “Look, the cops say that he wasn’t. That should be good enough. Unless...,” he tried to stop himself from going further, from getting invested in the case, but he couldn’t resist a pretty lady. “Unless you know something you can’t tell the cops?”

“Well, I never did ask about his business,” she replied, “but he sure did seem to have a lot of meetings with a dilemma and a mechanical bug in the bar below our apartment... not that I ever snooped or anything.”

Tramp’s ears had perked up at the last. “A bug, you say? Which bar was that?”

“Oh it’s the Monster Taph-”

But Tramp had already grabbed his hat and was halfway out the door.

Follow Tramp and Cosette to the Monster Taphouse.

Pet Treasure


Tear Stained Linen Handkerchief

Colonial Handkerchief

Woeful Mourning Spirit

Coral Flowerbud Veil

Floral Perfume

Pure Perfume Bottle

Bairin Simple Gold Ring

Archduchess Ring

Pink Carnation

Tuscan Red Gilded Lipstick

Miss Nanny Mirror Compact

Archduchess Blush

Pink Calla Lily and Purple Tulip Bouquet

Bridal Bouquet

Woodland Tea Party Centerpiece

Old Coins

Curious Note

Romantic Love Letter

Pastel Box of Macarons

Lovely Box of Cupcakes

Rosie Pillbox Hat

Delish Stardust Jewels

Snowrose Garland

Onyx Jeweled Headpiece

Pet Friends