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| Peace (dah) |
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| Love <3 |
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| Friends and Friends *hugs* |
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| Chaos and destruction *evil grin* |
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| Nothing *snores* |
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| Gold XD |
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| I don't know yet... |
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 Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 6:47 pm
Yattah! I'll start up a blood-based sause, and make a pasta with it. in the other burner will be a nice ...letsee, what do I have here... ah, yes, lamb stew.... A torte later, perhaps.... alright... let's get started!
*Myras begins random preperations at the kitchen, and quickly, the room fills with both the smell of iron and heavy burgandy smoke*
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:04 pm
Max blinked in surprise as the Al-tiger not only licked her wound clean, but healed it and ate the band-aid as extra. "Wow...alright. You're a good tiger..." She said, giving it a firm scratch behind the ear. "Check it out, Remy! The tiger healed me!"
Moonbeam stared after Gren before nuzzling the catnip again, only to feel another hand on her. She tensed up, eyes darting to the new person...that creeper who kept staring before. Sniffing momentarily at his hand, she greeted him with a friendly purr...no other feline scents on him. This one was hers!
"Man...everyone can cook better than me," Sosol said sadly, remembering his wholehearted attempts while he was living with Azana. Besides some basics, he really never got to be to the level of some of these people.
Guess I'm making up for it with drinks, though...
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:07 pm
"Oh, cool! That's probably the coolest tiger I've ever met..." he said, truly impressed.
Gren at the emergence of the smoke, began coughing, hard. "Wh-what's going on in there?!"
(Going home!)
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:14 pm
Al-tiger purred, but his current size made the purr vibrate loudly through his larger body.
Laimu widened at the cat's reaction, and his eyes watered up.
"S-Such a good girl... not a doubt
Out of a litter, I'd pick you out..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:26 pm
*Myras continues his cooking, now humming an old italian song. the bloodsteam seems to have dissapaited, and is replaced by regular steam in the nearby pot*
So, what has everyone been doing today?
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:42 pm
"Talking to an assassin." Hunter said, punching the air. He looked down at his shadow, of course it'd be there. "Hey, get up." He said, offering a hand to his shadow. "Heh, ok, you caught me..." Erik said, grabbing Hunter's hand and phasing out of the shadows. "Of course if you didn't have that visor on I would have snuck up on you." Erik said with a laugh.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:44 pm
Wheezing slightly in the dissipation, Gren sat down, brow twitching. "Choking...and planning. And you?"
(The kitchen is in another room, you know. Are you shouting?)
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:53 pm
(of course I'm shouting. this is the inn of peace, not the inn of Peace and Quiet.)
I see... Choking? that's not usually good... then again, I'm sure it's for a good reason. I've personally been busy outside, surveying the area.
* the Bloodsause is simmering now, and the other steaming pot is cooking pasta. a third pot is working on the stew, and is boiling Lamb bones for the base. Myras' hum has changed to something rather upbeat, matching the timing of his stirrs*
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:57 pm
Gren decided that now would be the most opportune time for a drink. A strong one. He strolled to the bar and began preparing something searing. "It wasn't my intention, but these things happen."
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 8:00 pm
What seems to be troubling you? Myras' call had seem to become louder over the bubble of multiple pots, now being magically controlled.
*the bloodsause has simmered down into one of a beautiful scarlet color. the heat on it is turned down as the pasta finishes. The stew is just ready for the more tender peices of lamb*
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 8:05 pm
Downing a bit of the wretched elixir, he replied. "Well...Next time, I'd like a bit more warning on the smoke, okay? This place doesn't exactly vent out well."
Remy sniffed the air, curious. He hadn't had blood-based cooking since he'd gone to Equinox.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 8:19 pm
Ah, I see. Not too fond of the smell of blood and smoke... Sorry, you get used to it when you care for yourself.
* myras looked down for a second, his hum dying Into that of sorrow. He slowed the rythmatic stirrs in his final pot and began to drain out the pasta dish carefully. He stopped humming altogether as he plaited the dish, but picked up again a minute later, with his work on the stew*
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 8:22 pm
"Blood I'm used to, smoke I'm used to, but there's a tenacious quality about burning flesh that sticks in the back of the throat, and it'd make my job rough." he grinned. "Can't play sax with a bad pair of lungs."
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 8:36 pm
Eheh~ I see, I see. I'll be more careful next time. Ah! The stew's ready, let me just float it out to here...
* a set of bowls are quickly brought out to the main room, and the stew is served. The seat closest to the kitchen had the plate of linguini in a bloodsauce. A cheesebread was placed in the centre of the table. Myras himself took a seat in the next table over, as he poured himself a bowl of the stew.*
Get it while it's still steaming! He called.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 8:41 pm
Watching the plates float past, he shrugged. 'Another psy-mage, I guess...' Standing, he took a seat, curious to the new fodder. "Thank you."
Remy, every willing to try a new food on his diet, trotted to the plate of pasta. "Hmm...what else is in the sauce?"
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