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pawnstorm2016-06-06 12:53 pm
arcanepower) wrote in pawnstorm2016-06-06 12:53 pm
job | open | are you ready for SUMMER WARS
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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[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.