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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!
no subject
[He could have gone on and in much more distasteful language, but under these new circumstances he did not want to give any reasons to be fired from two jobs in one day. He tapped his fingers impatiently while he waited for him to speak to Francis. As soon as the gate was open, he moved in, washed his hands, and began chopping the fruit. It may not seem like a good idea to chop while angry, but he seemed adept enough at handling a knife. No harm came to his fingers, and the fruit came out uniform and clean.]
I'm Rory.
[His tone was brusque and he did not ask for Belthazar's name. Yet at the very least, he did not seem as angry as he was just a moment ago. Having a task before him helped him focus. With a sweep of his knife, he gathered the chopped fruit into an adjacent bowl.]
Done. What are we making?