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pawnstorm2016-02-05 11:32 pm
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(CLOSED) CHICKEN CORDON BLEUS
Who: Minato (burnmydread) & Tamamo (mikooon)
When: February 6th, evening
Where: Hall of Heroes
What: Minato accepted Quest #1: Attain meat for a Hero's Meal. Minato completed Quest #1. Time to have dinner.
Rating: None (unless Food Network needs a rating)
[ Finding chicken when you're broke isn't that easy.
Sure, he kept an eye out on the weekly menu to see if there was anything he could snatch, but it really came down to the fact that Minato would have go to out into town and find some. Okay, he could do that. He's accepted stranger requests before and it usually works out in the end.
But even Heroes need to pull their own wait. For as generous as samples had been on their arrival day, frequenting some of the same cafes and restaurants, Minato found that they expected him to pay this time. Hm, problem. He'd accepted another job on the Bulletin Board to build a snowman, but it didn't lend much in regards to how much he needed. So what does one do when they don't have money to pay for things?
Sell themselves.
Except...it's really not as dirty as that sounds. With how busy Kabe Market's bazaar is, there were a number of people willing to use a couple hours of his service for something small in return. Moving items, sometimes just...generally sharing stories about their lives because he seems like an appropriate person to info dump on. The usual. He got a few snacks along the way, which was nice, but it wasn't until he moved to a few of the more grocery-oriented alcoves and shop fronts. Help make sure a shipment gets from here to there, deal with the evening rush--goodness, he does stay calm under pressure, or is he just sleepy?--but at the end of the day, he came through. And so did his reward.
It's just the end of the normal dinner period, but Minato is hoping that missing out on the free cafeteria food isn't going to bite his ass in the end. "Caster", as she called herself, seemed pretty excited at the idea of preparing a decent meal and to be honest, he was pretty down with some of the things she'd been rattling off as well.
Hopefully she got his message. Otherwise he's going to look kind of weird standing near the bulletin board with a cloth sack full of something and his feline carrier perched on his shoulder. ]
burnmydread) & Tamamo (mikooon)When: February 6th, evening
Where: Hall of Heroes
What: Minato accepted Quest #1: Attain meat for a Hero's Meal. Minato completed Quest #1. Time to have dinner.
Rating: None (unless Food Network needs a rating)
[ Finding chicken when you're broke isn't that easy.
Sure, he kept an eye out on the weekly menu to see if there was anything he could snatch, but it really came down to the fact that Minato would have go to out into town and find some. Okay, he could do that. He's accepted stranger requests before and it usually works out in the end.
But even Heroes need to pull their own wait. For as generous as samples had been on their arrival day, frequenting some of the same cafes and restaurants, Minato found that they expected him to pay this time. Hm, problem. He'd accepted another job on the Bulletin Board to build a snowman, but it didn't lend much in regards to how much he needed. So what does one do when they don't have money to pay for things?
Sell themselves.
Except...it's really not as dirty as that sounds. With how busy Kabe Market's bazaar is, there were a number of people willing to use a couple hours of his service for something small in return. Moving items, sometimes just...generally sharing stories about their lives because he seems like an appropriate person to info dump on. The usual. He got a few snacks along the way, which was nice, but it wasn't until he moved to a few of the more grocery-oriented alcoves and shop fronts. Help make sure a shipment gets from here to there, deal with the evening rush--goodness, he does stay calm under pressure, or is he just sleepy?--but at the end of the day, he came through. And so did his reward.
It's just the end of the normal dinner period, but Minato is hoping that missing out on the free cafeteria food isn't going to bite his ass in the end. "Caster", as she called herself, seemed pretty excited at the idea of preparing a decent meal and to be honest, he was pretty down with some of the things she'd been rattling off as well.
Hopefully she got his message. Otherwise he's going to look kind of weird standing near the bulletin board with a cloth sack full of something and his feline carrier perched on his shoulder. ]
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No, she hasn't had a mobile phone before. She'd definitely pick that over a squawking bird.
Except, in this case, a bird is exactly what Tamamo's looking for, even if said bird will end up very very dead and not-squawking. Tamamo's easy to spot out from a crowd-- twitching ears, fluffy tail, a skip in her step and bright pink hair. Seriously, it's impossible to miss her, especially when an excited--]
Minaaaatoooo~!
[--floats through the crowd. Yeah, at least she remembered this guy's name. Best be nice to the person who brings her food, right?]
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She is hard to miss, and he straightens just a bit when he catches sight of her. And at hearing his name, he knows that she got his message. Perfect. ]
Hey.
[ Not as an enthusiastic greeting on his part, but he does look subtly proud of himself. Once she's close enough, he holds out the sack. That's actually moving. ]
I think I did it.
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Tamamo's eyes widen as she claps out loud, before reaching (or lunging) for the bag.] You think?! [She looks inside, and gets batted in the face with a wing full of chicken feathers. Or, at least, something white and feathery and fat that vaguely resembles a chicken... but hey, they should taste the same, right?]
You really did it! [DID SHE COME HERE EXPECTING TO BE DISAPPOINTED...? Yes, actually. So, even with a feather on her nose and the crow on her shoulder cawing as if it's gotten competition, she manages to hold onto the sack with an iron grip.] I can't believe it!
[That's a good 'I can't believe it', at least, seeing the excited smile on her face. Not the 'oh shit I can't actually cook I was joking' kind of exclamation.]
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He doesn't flinch as the bird makes itself known by trying to squawk and swat at her, though he does raise his brows. It's feisty.
But she sounds happy. At least that's how he's interpreting it. So she actually gets a real smile from him--subtle, but there. Quest Success! ]
You think you can do something with it?
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[...Right.
In any case, it's off they go. Tamamo's familiarized herself with the town relatively quickly, though she's not used to a place with so many people, and sometimes, the stares she gets at her ears and obviously foreign tail makes her self-conscious. But humans everywhere are the same-- there's no use in dwelling on it.
Once they get to the kitchens, she casually knocks on the door... and when the fowl begins to make a ruckus, she slams the entire sack against the wall, and it stops.
O-oh. Well.] Wait for me, will you? It won't take too long, I'm sure!
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Minato does notice the carrier getting whacked--sorry little guy--but his attention quickly shifts back to Tamamo. Food is on the line, after all. ]
If they're not using them, I don't see why not.
[ Again, hopeful thinking?
He falls into step beside her, sliding his hands into his pockets. Shirosabe, his own carrier, seems mildly interested in where they're going, but for the most part just stays perched on his shoulder and leans in a bit. Waiting at the door is expected, he does hear footsteps behind it, and then--
--and then she does that.
Okay, for as cool and calm as Minato is most times, hearing the crack of bone and death squawk of the chicken creature is enough to unsettle him a bit, even if he knew it's demise was imminent. ]
Uh...
[ Aren't there humane ways you're supposed to--...well...too late now. Slight cringe. ]
...Are you sure you don't need help?
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[Even her crow proceeds to hop off her shoulder and find somewhere to hide. What a vicious Hero this one is... did anyone really expecting anything else from a fox, though? They are hunters, after all. There's a reason why people are so scared of fox spirits in the first place.
True to her word, though, as the noisy whirr of a kitchen coming to life begins filling the halls, a smell begins wafting out too. And it's good, really good-- Tamamo's making full use of whatever government-sponsored food is still left behind around the kitchen. (The less grub left for Monday's breakfast, the better.) After a few long bings-and-bangs along with a few alarming exclamations of surprise, the door opens, to realize...]
Ta-daah!
[Whaddya know, she did it.] How does it look? Are the wings too roasted? [Hint: that's the cue to say the chicken legs are the best part of the whole meal.]
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He can wait. He's patient. Remarkably patient, actually. Although it becomes decidedly more difficult as the smells start to accompany the plethora of sounds sneaking out from underneath the door.
Is that--yes, that growl is not, in fact, a monster, but his stomach. So hungry...
But when she does come out, it's so very worth it. The light in his eyes is the kind that can only accompany what is about to be a pretty awesome meal. His eyes widen, brows raising. There might as well be animated sparkles and a holy glow coming from this chicken. ]
...It looks perfect. They look tender and juicy.
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Gotta practice good table manners, after all. (Even if she's going to be eating with her hands, still.)
When she sets it down, suddenly, her crow barrels into the room. Do crows have a sense of smell? Birds actually don't, but apparently, this one does. It flies, straight for the chicken, at light speed. LIGHT SPEED. IS IT GONNA HIT? IS IT GONNA SLAM INTO THE CHICKEN?!
Tamamo reflexively whacks her Carrier away instead, and it falls onto the ground with a painful thud. O-ouch.]
Eat up! It's been too long since I've had a whole chicken to work with. Thank you so very much!
[You can have the first bite. Go ahead, Minato.]
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His stomach grumbles. And he follows her without needing any indication otherwise. Just as he's sitting down, he sees the carrier out of the corner of his eye and--
--wow, that bird is going to be taking some abuse, isn't it? See ya later (again), little buddy...
Minato's carrier, on the other hand, is about as quietly curious as he is. Instead it takes a spot next to his feet, looking upwards. ]
Thank you for cooking it.
[ Really. Minato's much better at eating food as opposed to cooking it, and he's got a feeling that instant noodles just aren't as popular here as they were at Port Island. So, without further adieu, Minato does the appropriate thing and goes right for one of the wings. He tears it off the rest of the bird and given how the meat seems to break in just the right places? He knows this is going to be good.
Give him a moment to savor the smell. And then the takes one bite...
..and then another. ]
...This is really good.
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I've said it already, but I'm so happy you managed to find this for me! I can't go too long without cooking, after all. I need to keep my skills up so I can still feed my husband when he gets here.
[That's a strange addition, though. Husband? And... why is she so sure he's even going to arrive here, anyway? Is that a metaphor for something?
In any case, she finally caves in and lets the crow pick at the scraps of meat attached to the bone. It's so happy... how much has Tamamo been mistreating it....... (not at all, okay, it's just a greedy little shit, obviously).] I can't thank you enough! If you ever find anything you think I could work with, you can always call my Carrier.
[Have they somehow come to make a deal? Some kind of food courier service?]
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She's mentioned her husband once before. And she seems to be under the impression that he's showing up as well. Minato listens quietly for a moment as he chews. ]
He must miss you.
[ Any spouse would if their partner just up and disappeared, wouldn't they? Especially if they could cook like her.
Wait--she's offering to cook for him? Again? His eyes light up a little at that. ]
...I'm sure I could find a few things.
[ He's so willing to play errand boy for something like this. ]
1/2
When Minato says the first four words, she looks gradually more forlorn, teeth no longer moving and fingers resting still on the meat with no attempt made to pry more to stuff in her mouth.]
Mm. I'm sure.
[...]
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But, yes! That'd be perfect. The next project... let's see if the ovens here work as well for baking cakes as they do roasting fowls.
[I-Isn't it a bit too quick to be issuing the next quest for Social Link Up when the S.Link hasn't even been established yet?!] Of course, all at your own pace. Just know, I'll always be here! Room Queen-204, with much free time on my hands.
[too much tbh.]
If you bring me food, I'll cook it for you. Food Delivery: Minato does have a ring to it!
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Though she doesn't share more than that, she does seem eager to do something like this again. And he's honestly not going to say no to that.
...Oh hey, there are some voices ringing in his head. Give him a moment to stare kind of upward blankly in the middle of the conversation.
> You sense that she's beginning to trust you. ]
[ Death, huh? That's not what he expected, either. It looks like she's full of surprises. (At least she's way cuter than his last Death social link.)
After a moment, he looks back down to her as if he hadn't just stared into space. The mothership was sending signals.
He smiles a little, small but appreciative. ]
I can work with that. [ And he takes another bite, chewing contemplatively for a moment. ] I think we're neighbors. I'm in 203.
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Not... because she has the Velvet Room yelling in her head, but. Same idea.]
Perfect! Little did they realize when they summoned us that us Heroes have much more use than just fighting. [Speaking of which, since they're friends now, and Tamamo hasn't really had friends for the past 1000 years or so, she claps her hands together dramatically.] Through our bond forged through our collective stomachs, may we support each other on the fields of battle, too!
[WHA... WHERE DID THAT COME FROM.]
...After I clear these bones and wash up. [She grabs the plate, getting up from her seat.] Do you have anything to do in the evening? I'm going to try sharpening up my magic... if I can. After all, we'll all eventually have to go to war, right?
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Either way, the chicken bird things is delicious and his stomach is finally full. He has no regrets about this. None what-so-ever.
He actually smiles a little at her appraisal. Just a little. It's a ridiculous speech, but...it's cute. Even he can't resist that. (And unlike others who shall remain nameless, his social links don't immediately offer to die for you, which...is probably fair.)
Her question makes him raise his brows slightly. Other than digest? He shakes his head. ]
I was just going to go back to my room. [ SO... ] But I'll join you, if that's what you're offering.
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So we have an excuse to infomod about each other's weapons if we end up in a dungeon together.Once Tamamo dumps away the bones and shoddily washes the plate by barely scrubbing it with any soap, she's so ready to start TRAINING.Which means: pulling out a garden chair in the courtyard, crossing her legs, and pulling out her magical fan to summon a light gust of wind while admiring the view.]
Is the wind too cold? Too slow? Too fast? [Even a light wave with mana being sent through it creates a light breeze throughout the the courtyard... how terrifying. Mana is a powerful tool indeed.] It's good to work up a sweat after eating, but not too much.
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Similarly he watches as she uses her fan to cast garu--that's what it is, right? Except it's not hitting a specific target, but instead affecting the area as a whole. Interesting. ]
I guess it depends on what you want to do with it. [ He's still casual about the whole thing, moving to stand a few feet away from her chair. ] Do you want to knock someone down?
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SHE'S SO MEAN.]
I suppose I could! But exercising proper control and knowing how to use your magic to its lowest strength is just as important. [Thus is her reasoning for summoning a nice breeze for herself. This is totally 'training'.] What kind of weapon did you get?
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--...ah. Too late. She really is very cruel to that poor thing. Minato shares a sympathetic look with his cat, who...actually just trots on over to its fallen brethren. You okay there, buddy? ]
Mmm...that's a good way of looking at it.
[ He's quiet, but he is actually impressed. She's right, being able to exercise a range of control over her abilities will make her a more effective fighter in general.
Having conveniently been carrying his weapon with him at all times (he has to be a good hirable Hero, after all), Minato unsheathes his blade. It's a falchion-style sword, single handled with a curved edge. The blade itself is actually fairly dark. ]
This. I haven't really used it much yet.
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She eyes his sword, thinking of Gawain, and then she shudders. That guy was such an asshole. (No, Tamamo, you're just biased.)] Give it a try! I heard they gave us all weapons with something magical to them. Swing it in the air!
[Inb4 it's an alternate reality opener. I-it won't be, right? Right?!]
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They all have something magical? Hm. He guesses that's not too different than some of his synthesized weapons from back home, right?
Well, as long as it doesn't like cast Megidola, they should be fine.
Ahaha.
Minato pauses before he gives the sword a sort of lackluster swing.
Nope. Nothing.
He purses his lips slightly as he makes a wider arch, and for his effort, the blade just...well, it doesn't look all that different, but it does feel a little chilly on the handle. ]
...Huh.
[ Impressed yet, Tamamo? ]