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Who: Belthazar and you!
When: The second week of June
Where: Caissa
What: Belthazar is helping with Dance of the Drops. By all means, please ruin his life.
Rating: Standard family action.
[ A. concessions ]
[Belthazar might not be tall or good-looking or spectacular in any visible way, but he is damn good at cooking. He is being paid to make festival food but it comes out looking fancy and tasting top-notch. The shops all the way down the block are watching as lines form, and they're getting jealous. And unruly. In fact, some of them are trying outlandish claims to attract customers to their less-than-gourmet food.
Belthazar sticks his head out of the back to take another order and hears:]
'Fried pork sticks! Guaranteed to extend your life!'
... I'm not sure about that.
[ B. wrong place, wrong time ]
[He's very much regretting his choice of black clothing. It's hot, and it's hot when he's in the back cooking, and basically he's sitting in the shade miserable because he wore long sleeves and pants today. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and drinks some juice, utterly exhausted, and stares at the crazy watergun fight going on across the plaza. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize he's actually out of the 'off limits' area.
Inevitably, a steampunk-style robot approaches. Having never seen one of these in Caissa before, Belthazar gets up to study it closely.
And gets water to the face.
While he's soaking wet and spluttering, a group of rampaging children douse him further. He is quiet, deathly so... something must be wrong.]
You... how dare you! Do you think I was hiding because I am weak!? No. I am prepared for anything!
[Belthazar lets out a chilling evil laugh and pulls off his tunic, revealing a tank top underneath as well as a water gun and several water grenades strapped to his belt. He unholsters his water gun, which is really too big for him, and holds it at the ready.]
I AM COMING FOR YOU, HUMAN CHILDREN!
When: The second week of June
Where: Caissa
What: Belthazar is helping with Dance of the Drops. By all means, please ruin his life.
Rating: Standard family action.
[ A. concessions ]
[Belthazar might not be tall or good-looking or spectacular in any visible way, but he is damn good at cooking. He is being paid to make festival food but it comes out looking fancy and tasting top-notch. The shops all the way down the block are watching as lines form, and they're getting jealous. And unruly. In fact, some of them are trying outlandish claims to attract customers to their less-than-gourmet food.
Belthazar sticks his head out of the back to take another order and hears:]
'Fried pork sticks! Guaranteed to extend your life!'
... I'm not sure about that.
[ B. wrong place, wrong time ]
[He's very much regretting his choice of black clothing. It's hot, and it's hot when he's in the back cooking, and basically he's sitting in the shade miserable because he wore long sleeves and pants today. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and drinks some juice, utterly exhausted, and stares at the crazy watergun fight going on across the plaza. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize he's actually out of the 'off limits' area.
Inevitably, a steampunk-style robot approaches. Having never seen one of these in Caissa before, Belthazar gets up to study it closely.
And gets water to the face.
While he's soaking wet and spluttering, a group of rampaging children douse him further. He is quiet, deathly so... something must be wrong.]
You... how dare you! Do you think I was hiding because I am weak!? No. I am prepared for anything!
[Belthazar lets out a chilling evil laugh and pulls off his tunic, revealing a tank top underneath as well as a water gun and several water grenades strapped to his belt. He unholsters his water gun, which is really too big for him, and holds it at the ready.]
I AM COMING FOR YOU, HUMAN CHILDREN!
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Really? I admit I am surprised, but... well, you did say you would help me practice.
[He clears his throat.]
Thank you. I learned to cook when I was very small, mostly out of necessity, but then I grew to enjoy it.
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So I did. And your father had a few things to say to me about it too. It seems he thinks I've untowards designs.
[She takes a few moments to wipe the icing off of her mouth, her nose. She does it daintily enough, and that...might have charmed a few people into coming by.
She doesn't have to be a Queen to use that particular skill.]
But, in any case, it seems we have something in common.
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[Belthazar furrows his brow. And then he thinks of the conversation he had with Adra in the hot springs, and blushes a little.]
-- Oh. That is-- well-- that is probably because we're the same age. I can see that he would have some kind of parental... yes. B-but I am not interested in such things as my studies are infinitely more important, so if you have similar concerns about me, please do not worry too much.
[Oh no, that came out so badly. What if she thinks he's actually lying and he's interested in dating? OH GOD. Now he's rambling a little--]
I-in truth, I never speak to girls and they do not speak to me so really, honestly, it is a non-issue. Completely.
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[She considered him, tilting her head. Ah, she did say she would behave to Adra. More than once. How vexing. Otherwise she could have such fun with Bel right now.
Instead, she offers a soft smile.]
Be at ease, Belthazar. I may enjoy the mana exchange, but I have no plans to date you or anyone. Though you may interest me, it is out of curiosity and not romantic desires.
[She takes a moment to nibble her pastry.]
Though I admit, your earnest attitude is cute.
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Then she just has to call him cute and there goes his mood. And his ears. And his blush. He has a way of puffing out his cheeks, which doesn't help at all.]
C-- cute!?
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...ah, she touched a sore spot.]
Cute, also known as appealing and possibly amusing.
[What, did she say something wrong? Oh. Were his ears wiggling?]
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[He's totally cute, ignore him. And because he's embarrassed, he covers his face with his hands and turns away. He does have a job to do back here, but he can't do it if he's dying of blush, so he just shoves his head down and starts throwing ingredients into a bowl.
HUFF HUFF HUFF]
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She wants to wreck him.
She takes in a deep breath, and her hand goes up in a beckoning motion, causing sparkles to shine over the stall. She's not going to try and screech over the din. She doesn't have the voice for it.]
Will you at least admit that others would find you attractive?
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Why should I admit such a thing? I cannot speak for others' tastes, and besides, I am nowhere near the point where I would say I am 'attractive'. I am short, my voice squeaks, I have no muscle whatsoever, and I cannot grow a single hair of a beard--
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You might not speak for others tastes, but you can speak for your own self confidence, maybe.
[She raised her eyebrows, even as she spread her fingers, and made some more dime store magic to attract people to Bel's stall.]
Which is none. There's nothing wrong with being slender. Your voice squeaking has its own appeal, I am also short, and not all men can grow a beard.
Don't knock yourself down, Belthazar. There are many things that you have. You should be proud of yourself.