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pawnstorm2016-02-08 06:10 pm
forbothofus) wrote in pawnstorm2016-02-08 06:10 pm
[Open] Creating works of art one dish at a time
Who: Emil and open!
When: Week before the festival | Evening of the 7th
Where: Town Plaza - First Bloom Festival
What: Cooking, shopping, and watching the Oubliette
Rating: None
a. Festival Preparations – Backdated to last week
A slender, blond-haired young man shows up at the plaza daily, warmly greeting fellow Heroes, locals, and foreigners alike. He’s eager to help – but not with the heavy lifting! The booth he assists at boasts delightful scents from warm ovens and stovetops. And soon the counters are adorned with vegetables cut into flower patterns and little cakes in animal shapes. Emil wields a knife with an expert hand, trimming dough and neatly peeling oranges into creative shapes. The fun is contagious, and he’ll happily join other cooks in the preparation.
b. First Evening of the Festival
A selection of scarves, silky and light as air or woven in soft materials, lay in neat rows on display in a shop stall. While Emil browses, the shopkeeper shows off his wares. Wouldn’t a red scarf be the perfect accompaniment to his uniform? Or how about a cream muffler made in the finest wool!
“Ah, no... how much for this one?” The shopkeeper looks at Emil’s choice, a dark blue scarf, with immediate approval and quotes an inflated number.
Do I look that much like a tourist? “Would you take 250 for it? 280?”
It would appear he’s new to haggling...
c. Later that night
There’s the gleam of a white uniform high in the branches of an old oak tree on the outskirts of the festival. Seems someone found a good seat for fireworks! Or, perhaps not? Should anyone climb after him, they’ll find Emil ignoring the festivities and staring towards the giant tree in the heart of Caissa. With the abundance of mana in the air, the Oubliette seems lit from within. The glow is mesmerizing even amid the fireworks.
It’s ten thirty and curfew fast approaches. Emil may spend the night here if someone doesn’t call him back.
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((Will match prose or brackets! Fellow chefs are welcome to tag in with cooking prompts!))
When: Week before the festival | Evening of the 7th
Where: Town Plaza - First Bloom Festival
What: Cooking, shopping, and watching the Oubliette
Rating: None
a. Festival Preparations – Backdated to last week
A slender, blond-haired young man shows up at the plaza daily, warmly greeting fellow Heroes, locals, and foreigners alike. He’s eager to help – but not with the heavy lifting! The booth he assists at boasts delightful scents from warm ovens and stovetops. And soon the counters are adorned with vegetables cut into flower patterns and little cakes in animal shapes. Emil wields a knife with an expert hand, trimming dough and neatly peeling oranges into creative shapes. The fun is contagious, and he’ll happily join other cooks in the preparation.
b. First Evening of the Festival
A selection of scarves, silky and light as air or woven in soft materials, lay in neat rows on display in a shop stall. While Emil browses, the shopkeeper shows off his wares. Wouldn’t a red scarf be the perfect accompaniment to his uniform? Or how about a cream muffler made in the finest wool!
“Ah, no... how much for this one?” The shopkeeper looks at Emil’s choice, a dark blue scarf, with immediate approval and quotes an inflated number.
Do I look that much like a tourist? “Would you take 250 for it? 280?”
It would appear he’s new to haggling...
c. Later that night
There’s the gleam of a white uniform high in the branches of an old oak tree on the outskirts of the festival. Seems someone found a good seat for fireworks! Or, perhaps not? Should anyone climb after him, they’ll find Emil ignoring the festivities and staring towards the giant tree in the heart of Caissa. With the abundance of mana in the air, the Oubliette seems lit from within. The glow is mesmerizing even amid the fireworks.
It’s ten thirty and curfew fast approaches. Emil may spend the night here if someone doesn’t call him back.
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((Will match prose or brackets! Fellow chefs are welcome to tag in with cooking prompts!))
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"Excuse me, Sir?" Viole tried again, cupping his hands around his mouth and directing it up into the mess of branches. He was usually very quiet, so having to raise his voice to be heard was new and embarrassing for him, hints of pink on his cheeks, even if his hair covers a great deal of it.
"Curfew will be soon."
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Emil swings his legs over the branch and slides down to the next limb. Once balanced, he makes his way closer to the trunk. While seeking the next step down, he's distracted by Pomelii's squeals of indignation, which may or may not translate as: Why are you abandoning this tree? Retreat is not acceptable! Stand your ground and defend your territory!
… Which is all excellent advice, but not when the Hall doors are closing and he still has to walk back. “Pomelii, come down.” His words are lost in the chatter, and he sighs.
Emil does not like raising his voice either, so he waits until he’s several feet from the ground. Then he leans over and calls down, "Is he yours?" He points at the other tosker. "Can you call him down?"
Because if he doesn't leave, Pomelii may not either, and Emil's not sure it's okay to return to the Hall without his
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He didn't go all the way up, stopping and holding on. It was the silver, metal accessories in his ridiculously long hair that started to move then. one of the locks moved at his will, reaching up the rest of the way to swipe gently at his tosker. Wangnan squeaked in annoyance down at Viole and turned, grabbing onto the odd weapon and hanging on as Viole lowered himself back to the ground, carrying the grumbling pet on his hair as he went.
"Sorry. He get's rowdy."
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As the tree is cleared, Pomelii’s fussing abates and the tosker crawls down the trunk, chirping every now and then to encourage the invaders to leave. Once Pomelii is at eye-level, Emil gives him a glare that makes him freeze. Fortunately, the stare is completely devoid of magic, but still intimidating enough to command respect. He beckons his carrier to his shoulder, then makes the final leap to the ground.
Emil turns to face the other Hero with a shy smile. “Sorry. Mine does too.” It’s not the first time Pomelii has made a hassle of himself. Must be something about toskers in general. He wishes the keepers at the menagerie had warned him.
“Thank you for calling me! I guess I got caught up in the festival.” Is his excuse, even if that wasn’t what held him captivated for hours.
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Getting to the ground proper, and lowering Wangnan onto his shoulder, Viole stood before him, noding and curving his lips into a shy smile.
"It's a very beautiful place. I don't blame you at all. I was headed back myself and saw you sitting there." It wouldn't have been kind to know someone was locked out and he could have prevented it. They were all stuck in this together, after all.
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With no interest in politics or war, his thoughts are gladly drawn to the cooking, fine silks, and fireworks. He never paid much attention to such things until recently, but watching artists show their crafts throughout the day made him happier than he's been in a while.
Emil steps forward to start walking back to the Hall; they should head back, and he doesn’t mind talking on the way. It feels better to walk with someone, anyway. He tucks his hands into his pockets and lowers his head so his chin is tucked against his new, warm scarf.
“Did you come to see a specific stall or attraction?”
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At the question, he seemed to pause, his cheeks coloring slightly. Viole could only imagine it might be strange to other people to be embarrassed about something that might be normal for them. Walking by Emil's side, he looked down first before tilting his head back to look up to the sky.
"I was looking at the stars. I've heard since I was small that they existed, but I've never gotten to see them."
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Emil slows in his walking, fascinated. “You’ve never seen stars until now?” Did he live underground or… Ah! Emil’s eyes brighten as his memories pull up another possibility. “Oh, did you live in a tower?” Structures large enough to hold a civilization are so rare he’d dismiss the idea if it weren’t for those previous words.
The fact that these questions could be considered prying doesn’t enter his mind. Stars and their worlds are a special fascination to him. The personal connotations of such questions are forgotten.
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"I did enter a tower. I've lived there for almost eight years before coming here." Emil wasn't very far off the mark. The Tower was beyond anything Viole had ever thought about before entering it. He didn't mind the question, hands folded in front of him while Wangnan rode on his shoulder quietly.
"The tower didn't have stars anywhere but at the top, but no one's ever made it up there."
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“And there were whole cultures living there? That sounds incredible. How big, or um, tall was it?” He’s not as overwhelmed as another might be – more impressed by the thought than anything.
“How do you know there are stars at the top if no one has reached them?” An obvious question innocently asked. Though maybe it’s taken for granted that the closer you get to the heavens the nearer you are to the stars.