ChibiGissy
Hella Cool Guy
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 10, 2015 14:18:04 GMT -6
Yeah, he is unware what happenedMimisko had a bit of a sigh. "Well, I'm not too sure how to explain it but there was some convoluted situation with Celty and Oxy that was happening early." Thinking about did depressed Mimisko a bit. However, she is glad that Nicolas was not involved with it. "I think it's probobly best you weren't involved. It's already complicated enough as it is. But it seems everything is kinda okay now." She looks at Nicolas with a smile. "By the way, you have a nice outfit as well~. Did you had long search for it during the events?" " Ah... I see... I hope everything gets better." Nicolas said. He of course couldnt help himself from thinking what could have possibly happen with them, but he didnt want to come to false conclusions. Nicolas smilled back at Mimisko as she complimented his new outfit " Thank you Mimisko! I found this outfit whille i was on a stroll, in a random room. It didnt took me much time to find it. By the way Mimisko..." he paused for a moment. " I spotted a room that could be possibly used for weapon fixing, and since i need to fix my weapons from yesterdays battle, so i need to go. You could come with me if you'd want to. Your fire magic would be helpfull in the prossess." "I would like to help out" Mimisko smiled "You wanna lead the way to that room?" |
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Post by titee on Dec 10, 2015 19:06:54 GMT -6
"Well, powder is easier to cook into chocolate, so..." He trailed off, sifting through the pantry once more to grab a tiny box filled with the stuff. He groaned at how tiny the box was, even with it filled to the brim. Cocoa powder in this area would have been rare anyways considering the climate. He prepared his ingredients as he boiled the water, mixing the cocoa powder and butter in a separate bowl. Mixing in butter, milk, powdered sugar, boiling water, and cocoa powder,he finally finished his creation. "That's how," He exclaimed, showing off his bowl to Manasa, a little sheepish from his zeal, "It's not very hard, I guess..." Manasa watched as Osseus turned the bitter powered into a delicious treat before her eyes. She clapped her hands together, starry eyed. "Amazing!" She exclaimed, storing the recipe for chocolate in her memory for later use. She took the now finished pudding off the heat and got out a small glass bowl, filling the bottom with chocolate and then the rest of the bowl with pudding. She then dusted the top with sugar and spices, adding nuts and cinnamon sticks as well as a glaze of chocolate for a decorate touch.  "And that's how you make pudding!" Manasa announced proudly, hands on both of her hips. She was a bit experimental with this one, due to the odd ingredients she had available, but it still smelt just as wonderful as the kheer her mother had taught her to make those many years ago.
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Post by Allie on Dec 10, 2015 19:39:35 GMT -6
]Manasa watched as Osseus turned the bitter powered into a delicious treat before her eyes. She clapped her hands together, starry eyed. "Amazing!" She exclaimed, storing the recipe for chocolate in her memory for later use. She took the now finished pudding off the heat and got out a small glass bowl, filling the bottom with chocolate and then the rest of the bowl with pudding. She then dusted the top with sugar and spices, adding nuts and cinnamon sticks as well as a glaze of chocolate for a decorate touch. "And that's how you make pudding!" Manasa announced proudly, hands on both of her hips. She was a bit experimental with this one, due to the odd ingredients she had available, but it still smelt just as wonderful as the kheer her mother had taught her to make those many years ago.
He flashed a goofy grin at her enthusiasm before she finally revealed her final product. Drool seemed to dribble out his mouth eyeing the confection in front of him, his left eye twitching at the thought of devouring the contents. But something stopped him. The little evlen girl crossed his mind once again, a plan forming in the process. "I actually want to give this to someone..." He racked his brain to figure out a way to approach the situation to the woman before settling on one answer. "They were having a bad day, and I kind of wanted to cheer them up I guess," Then again, he thought, it would be completely obvious who he was referring to. "You can come with me to find them if you'd like," He suggested. |
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Post by titee on Dec 10, 2015 20:03:12 GMT -6
He flashed a goofy grin at her enthusiasm before she finally revealed her final product. Drool seemed to dribble out his mouth eyeing the confection in front of him, his left eye twitching at the thought of devouring the contents. But something stopped him. The little evlen girl crossed his mind once again, a plan forming in the process. "I actually want to give this to someone..." He racked his brain to figure out a way to approach the situation to the woman before settling on one answer. "They were having a bad day, and I kind of wanted to cheer them up I guess," Then again, he thought, it would be completely obvious who he was referring to. "You can come with me to find them if you'd like," He suggested. Manasa looked at the remainder of pudding that was left over in thought. "Actually... I had the same idea." She smiled, as she began to prepare a second bowl, though it was smaller and less decadent than the first. "There's somebody I need to thank, and to apologize to." Manasa turned away from Osseus and took the bowl with her, hurrying to were Zerah had said he would be. Every previous encounter Manasa had had with the imp had either been interrupted or ended poorly, she wanted to set their relationship down a different path. A more positive one. Zerah had saved her life, after all. Manasa opened the training room door, peering through it to see the chaos Zerah had created. She quietly scooted through, closing the door behind her and peering at Zerah curiously as he stood in the archway of rubble he had created. "Zerah, It's me." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 10, 2015 20:10:36 GMT -6
Manasa looked at the remainder of pudding that was left over in thought. "Actually... I had the same idea." She smiled, as she began to prepare a second bowl, though it was smaller and less decadent than the first. "There's somebody I need to thank, and to apologize to." Manasa turned away from Osseus and took the bowl with her, hurrying to were Zerah had said he would be. Every previous encounter Manasa had had with the imp had either been interrupted or ended poorly, she wanted to set their relationship down a different path. A more positive one. Zerah had saved her life, after all. Manasa opened the training room door, peering through it to see the chaos Zerah had created. She quietly scooted through, closing the door behind her and peering at Zerah curiously as he stood in the archway of rubble he had created. "Zerah, It's me." Zerah turned his head when he heard Manasa call his name. The woman had entered carrying some sort of pudding, that of which Zerah was uninterested. He wasn't particularly hungry or thirsty, just enraged and exhausted. He turned his head away from the dancer and stared back out towards the outside world. "What is it?" Zerah said, plainly. "I'm in the middle of training for the next battle." This wasn't a complete lie. This sort of rage-induced outburst could prove helpful in honing his fighting capabilities. |
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Post by titee on Dec 10, 2015 20:27:32 GMT -6
Zerah turned his head when he heard Manasa call his name. The woman had entered carrying some sort of pudding, that of which Zerah was uninterested. He wasn't particularly hungry or thirsty, just enraged and exhausted. He turned his head away from the dancer and stared back out towards the outside world. "What is it?" Zerah said, plainly. "I'm in the middle of training for the next battle." This wasn't a complete lie. This sort of rage-induced outburst could prove helpful in honing his fighting capabilities. Manasa looked down towards the pudding in her hands and then out towards the outlook that Zerah had created, most likely out of frustration from the events that had just occurred. Manasa's grip on the glass bowl tightened as she tried to understand the imp's emotions, try and understand why he could be so upset at this moment. Was it because of her carelessness? Manasa doubted he cared that much about her... Manasa took a step forward, trying to find the right words to say despite how difficult the situation was. She wanted to make a friend in Zerah. Not only were they comrades, but they were now linked through fate. "I apologize for our previous interactions," She stated, eyes half on Zerah and half on the outside world. "If you would rather, I could just leave this for you..." |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 10, 2015 20:34:03 GMT -6
"I don't see why people would think you're all that bad. For several years I would have done anything for something like this." His eyes flicked downwards to himself for a second his smile dropping. "That takes care of one thing at least." He stretched his frayed pant leg, it was almost completely ruined; and that was without mentioning that he was covered in his own blood.
She sighed and got to her feet, noticing the man looking down at his attire. "I'd offer to fix those for you, but the material has been damaged quite a bit. I can't make something out of nothing. If you'd like me to mend it, we could gather some material and I could fix it up. Or if you'd rather get more clothes in general, I'll be on my way." She waited for him to respond, when another thought made its way to the front of her mind. "And that mark that seared your skin--you can only see it when I'm in your vessel. I'd keep this little contract between us. Unless you want a collar too." She ran her fingers across it with anger flickering in her eyes. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 10, 2015 20:36:04 GMT -6
Manasa looked down towards the pudding in her hands and then out towards the outlook that Zerah had created, most likely out of frustration from the events that had just occurred. Manasa's grip on the glass bowl tightened as she tried to understand the imp's emotions, try and understand why he could be so upset at this moment. Was it because of her carelessness? Manasa doubted he cared that much about her... Manasa took a step forward, trying to find the right words to say despite how difficult the situation was. She wanted to make a friend in Zerah. Not only were they comrades, but they were now linked through fate. "I apologize for our previous interactions," She stated, eyes half on Zerah and half on the outside world. "If you would rather, I could just leave this for you..." Zerah continued to stare out towards the woods. Her apology didn't mean much to him, considering the woman had nothing to apologize for. It was his own temper that made each interaction between the two rather unfortunate. He looked back at her, and down at the pudding once more. He looked back to the outside world and sighed. "I'm not hungry. Thanks anyways." He started. "And you have nothing to apologize for. So don't. The only person you should be apologizing to is yourself for damning yourself to live a life like mine and like all the others who had that stupid ritual performed on themselves. If you only came down here to give me the pudding, I don't want it." Zerah finally went silent again, realizing he was being rather cold towards this woman who merely wanted to mend what little relationship they had, while Zerah was pushing her away like all the others had done to him. "Sorry. You came at a bad time." |
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Post by otakrap on Dec 10, 2015 21:01:15 GMT -6
Gremlon was done with playing sports. He lost. "Welp... my powers are stronger than I am" Gremlon realized, "and it seems like everybody is at that castle. Heh, I'm kinda feeling light headed." Gremlon's blood pressure was dropping. "I better get going... but running is probably going to take too long" Gremlon said as he started to check around. He found his shell/wing contraption that he made for Rezza. Gremlon then said to himself, "That might be faster." Gremlon hopped onto his contraption and quickly flew himself towards the castle. It didn't take him too long to get to the castle this way since he left the rest of the fearen bones behind. Gremlon entered the castle and started roaming around. He noticed some vandalized pictures of Tairaga, "huh..."  ((Gremlon as of now, the shield/wing contraption, and the Vastebon head with four shields attached to it.)) |
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Post by Allie on Dec 10, 2015 21:03:25 GMT -6
Manasa looked at the remainder of pudding that was left over in thought. "Actually... I had the same idea." She smiled, as she began to prepare a second bowl, though it was smaller and less decadent than the first. "There's somebody I need to thank, and to apologize to." Manasa turned away from Osseus and took the bowl with her, hurrying to were Zerah had said he would be. Every previous encounter Manasa had had with the imp had either been interrupted or ended poorly, she wanted to set their relationship down a different path. A more positive one. Zerah had saved her life, after all. Manasa opened the training room door, peering through it to see the chaos Zerah had created. She quietly scooted through, closing the door behind her and peering at Zerah curiously as he stood in the archway of rubble he had created. "Zerah, It's me." A sigh excaped his lips as the person he was originally planning to go with . Without her, things were going to be way more awkward. "Suit yourself then," He responded, resigning himself to take the pudding he was allowed outside the kitchen to its destination. He hummed to himself slightly whilst exploring the halls, keeping an eye out for his little elven friend. Whether or not anything would happen along the way, that was for fate to decide. |
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Post by titee on Dec 10, 2015 22:07:24 GMT -6
Zerah continued to stare out towards the woods. Her apology didn't mean much to him, considering the woman had nothing to apologize for. It was his own temper that made each interaction between the two rather unfortunate. He looked back at her, and down at the pudding once more. He looked back to the outside world and sighed. "I'm not hungry. Thanks anyways." He started. "And you have nothing to apologize for. So don't. The only person you should be apologizing to is yourself for damning yourself to live a life like mine and like all the others who had that stupid ritual performed on themselves. If you only came down here to give me the pudding, I don't want it." Zerah finally went silent again, realizing he was being rather cold towards this woman who merely wanted to mend what little relationship they had, while Zerah was pushing her away like all the others had done to him. "Sorry. You came at a bad time." Manasa was silent. She put the pudding down on a nearby shelf and walk forward, standing beside Zerah and looking out the make shift door to the outside world he had created. She stood deep in thought, collecting the words she wanted to say and trying to string them into some sort of sentence. Why was this so difficult for her? Manasa swallowed dryly, turning towards the small imp. "I did something, I'm sure of it..." Manasa's face grimmed with realization. She turned to Zerah's tiny, enraged form as one thing and then the next began to click in her head and the pieces started to align. " He did something," She muttered, more to herself than the imp. She reached out, lightly touching Zerah's freckled arm, eyes wide as she finally began to piece together his and Rylan's relationship. "He hurt you." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 10, 2015 22:21:01 GMT -6
Manasa was silent. She put the pudding down on a nearby shelf and walk forward, standing beside Zerah and looking out the make shift door to the outside world he had created. She stood deep in thought, collecting the words she wanted to say and trying to string them into some sort of sentence. Why was this so difficult for her? Manasa swallowed dryly, turning towards the small imp. "I did something, I'm sure of it..." Manasa's face grimmed with realization. She turned to Zerah's tiny, enraged form as one thing and then the next began to click in her head and the pieces started to align. " He did something," She muttered, more to herself than the imp. She reached out, lightly touching Zerah's freckled arm, eyes wide as she finally began to piece together his and Rylan's relationship. "He hurt you." Zerah was a bit surprised as the woman touched his arm, but didn't move. It seemed as though she was about to bring him up again. Zerah's face turned into a scowl as he felt himself getting angrier. He took a deep breath, trying to remain as calm as possible. "Don't." He said, sternly. "Don't bring him up again. I'm sick of hearing about him. I'm sick of talking about him. All I want to do is forget it. So drop the subject." Zerah continued staring out towards the woods, somewhat wanting to run from this situation, as he felt Manasa wouldn't listen to him seeing as Rylan seemed to be all she could talk about. The imp turned away from the hole and went back into the room with the scattered fabric and cotton. He let his blood begin to drip from his arms and onto the floor. The ooze quickly began slithering around the room, picking up as much cotton as it could, until the floor was virtually clear of cotton. Zerah's arms were much skinnier now, and the ooze he had let out resembled a large sac shape. Zerah picked the ooze up and looked up towards the ceiling. He commanded the ooze to stick to the ceiling, and a large tendril immediately shot up and hung. Zerah let go of it, as it could now support itself, and began to punch away at it. Zerah was going to get training done, and if Manasa were to mention Rylan like he assumed, it would only make this training session easier. |
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Post by otakrap on Dec 10, 2015 22:29:24 GMT -6
After pondering through the castle Gremlon heard a voice. It seems like the others were completely settled in the castle since they were making... brown ...paste? Gremlon heard a voice across the halls. "Suit yourself then," He responded, resigning himself to take the pudding he was allowed outside the kitchen to its destination. He hummed to himself slightly whilst exploring the halls, keeping an eye out for his little elven friend. Whether or not anything would happen along the way, that was for fate to decide. Gremlon found Osseus and greeted him in excitement, "Hey there! I noticed you guys were all at this castle! Are you making brown paste with your pointy-eared human girlfriend!?" He didn't realize they were making pudding, and that Luair was an elf. Gremlon didn't realize his voice was excessively loud, "Is this a feast or- or maybe a tradition to mate with other humans??" Gremlon forgot that he was saying all of these things out loud. He looked at Osseus in a curious and excited manner not realizing he may have made another mistake with his words. |
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Post by titee on Dec 10, 2015 22:40:21 GMT -6
Zerah was a bit surprised as the woman touched his arm, but didn't move. It seemed as though she was about to bring him up again. Zerah's face turned into a scowl as he felt himself getting angrier. He took a deep breath, trying to remain as calm as possible. "Don't." He said, sternly. "Don't bring him up again. I'm sick of hearing about him. I'm sick of talking about him. All I want to do is forget it. So drop the subject." Zerah continued staring out towards the woods, somewhat wanting to run from this situation, as he felt Manasa wouldn't listen to him seeing as Rylan seemed to be all she could talk about. The imp turned away from the hole and went back into the room with the scattered fabric and cotton. He let his blood begin to drip from his arms and onto the floor. The ooze quickly began slithering around the room, picking up as much cotton as it could, until the floor was virtually clear of cotton. Zerah's arms were much skinnier now, and the ooze he had let out resembled a large sac shape. Zerah picked the ooze up and looked up towards the ceiling. He commanded the ooze to stick to the ceiling, and a large tendril immediately shot up and hung. Zerah let go of it, as it could now support itself, and began to punch away at it. Zerah was going to get training done, and if Manasa were to mention Rylan like he assumed, it would only make this training session easier. That wasn't what he wanted to hear. Manasa soured, wrapping her arms around her person as she watched Zerah set about starting his training once more. Once again the gears in her head whizzed about, trying to find some sort of statement that would appease him, or at the very least not serve to further set off the imp. It was all very tiring. Her years as a prophet left Manasa used to people coming to her looking for approval, to the point where she was conditioned against such interactions. Her two weeks with Rylan had taught her than physical contact was useful in this situation, though Zerah seemed not at all interested in hugging. Manasa let out an audible sigh, sitting on a nearby crate and watching as Zerah busy himself. "You make no sense to me." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 10, 2015 22:49:08 GMT -6
That wasn't what he wanted to hear. Manasa soured, wrapping her arms around her person as she watched Zerah set about starting his training once more. Once again the gears in her head whizzed about, trying to find some sort of statement that would appease him, or at the very least not serve to further set off the imp. It was all very tiring. Her years as a prophet left Manasa used to people coming to her looking for approval, to the point where she was conditioned against such interactions. Her two weeks with Rylan had taught her than physical contact was useful in this situation, though Zerah seemed not at all interested in hugging. Manasa let out an audible sigh, sitting on a nearby crate and watching as Zerah busy himself. "You make no sense to me." Zerah continued to beat away at the homemade punching bag, not fazed by Manasa's comment. "Who cares?" He stated, plainly. "I don't make sense to most people, so this isn't a big surprise." He rolled his eyes as he continued to punch and kick the bag of blood and cotton, noticing that Manasa had made herself his audience. He was slightly annoyed by this as performance anxiety began to set in. He could feel himself getting sloppy due to his own need to look like a competent fighter, and stopped. He moved his hair towards the other side of his eye, revealing the cork lodged into his other socket. Perhaps if he couldn't see the woman, it would help. And it did. Zerah began to block out the idea that Manasa was even watching him, and felt himself moving faster and more fluidly as he continued his attack on this hanging bag of fluff. |
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