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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on Jan 29, 2014 4:12:52 GMT
“You seem rather excited about this ordeal.” Kerberos grinned. “ Caaake.” He heard a distinct sound in his head, like someone slapping themselves in the face. When they entered the kitchen, he was temporarily struck dumb by the amount of smells assaulting his senses. He walked over to a counter where someone had left food out mid-prep, nose twitching furiously. “ What is this?” “ It appears to be salted pork. But we’re here for the—” “You'll have to grab your own,” the man said, unintentionally interrupting the conversation, “my hands are full.” Kerberos looked up, eyes catching the rather large cake. His grinned widened as he moved over. After glancing at the plates to the side, he bent down to pull the dagger from his boot. “ There’s perfectly useable knife on the table.” “ That’s no fun.” He had already sliced the cake before Muninn could add in, “ But you’ve already poisoned that one.” Kerberos stared blankly at the piece of cake, then shrugged. “ Won’t hurt me.” “ But others…” The OAIs trailed off as they realized their host, already nibbling at the cake, was completely and utterly ignoring them. He wiped off some frosting, licking it off afterwards. It was sweet. Almost unbearably so. Still, it was food, and it wasn’t totally reprehensible. He glanced back to the entrance, thinking, then looked back to the Ideneus. “ So, what is it he does on a regular basis? Deliver poor little Tiros to strict mentors? Has to be something more.” A tilt of the head as he plopped another piece of cake into his mouth. “ Unless the shameless courting is your prime directive. Though, Ker— I find that hard to believe.” Tags: Larael Astriddottir, @sannidar Inspiration: boom baby Notes: i suck at pacing and moving wow nice going cerberus GO FASTER Table made by Opal.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 4:42:30 GMT
“Caaake.”
Sannidar let out another laugh. He was definitely odd, that one. But, again, that wasn't exactly out of place among the ranks of the Drakonrhedi.
The Iduneus carefully left through another door, opening it once more with his shoulder instead of hands. The man paused for a moment, looking at the door they'd entered with a pause indicating thought.
These thoughts were soon made apparent.
“So, what is it he does on a regular basis? Deliver poor little Tiros to strict mentors? Has to be something more. Unless the shameless courting is your prime directive. Though, Ker— I find that hard to believe.”
The man had done that odd speech quirk before. An old habit, perhaps? An inside joke? Or maybe he was actually possessed.
Sannidar shrugged. "I'm just another member of the Drakonrhedi, really. I help where I'm supposed to, kill behemoths, and with my ample spare time, I court. Shamelessly, as you pointed out. I have yet to be given any specialization, though it'll probably be in fast, powerful, tactical strikes. That's what I'm told I'm good at, anyway."
He began to stroll off down the deck of the Drakonborg, happily leaving the barrage of sound and jumble of scents that were so constant in the kitchens behind him. "What about you? I assume you normally have assignments as well."
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Post by Kerberos the Subversive on Feb 4, 2014 21:32:20 GMT
As Kerberos shoved another bit of cake in his mouth, the other man shrugged. “I'm just another member of the Drakonrhedi, really. I help where I'm supposed to, kill behemoths, and with my ample spare time, I court. Shamelessly, as you pointed out. I have yet to be given any specialization, though it'll probably be in fast, powerful, tactical strikes. That's what I'm told I'm good at, anyway.” The man started to move, and Kerberos loped to make up the short distance that was made between them. “What about you?” the man said. “I assume you normally have assignments as well.” He blinked. What did Kerberos do? Watch humans, mostly. But what did the Drakonrhedi make him do? He shook his head. “ I am a mere blade of the Drakonrhedi,” he said, voice growling slightly. “ I go where instructed, do what is instructed. No more, no less.” “ Isn’t that what you do for the Infinite?” “ Shhh, spoilers.” “ Wha—” “ What I yearn for is a more interesting assignment. Perhaps finding a source for the behemoths. Something so much more exciting.” He watched the man carefully for a reaction to his words, eyes studying his face carefully, even as he continued to stuff his own with cake. Caaaaake. Speaking of, Kerberos looked down after noticing his fingers had stopped delivering the promised gift. “ Someone has eaten my cake.” He furrowed his brow. “ It might have been me.” He chuckled, wiping some of the excess frosting off with a finger. “ How unfortunate.” Tags: Larael Astriddottir, @sannidar Inspiration: inaction Notes: WOW SORRY I'M BAD AT THIS BEING PROMPT THING Table made by Opal.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 4:31:55 GMT
“I am a mere blade of the Drakonrhedi. I go where instructed, do what is instructed. No more, no less.”
Sannidar nodded. "I suppose that's a pretty good way of going about things, all in all."
“What I yearn for is a more interesting assignment. Perhaps finding a source for the behemoths. Something so much more exciting.”
The Iduneus paused. "Now that... that's more my spirit, in a way. You considered trying to see if you can't be put in the Slayers? Should the knowledge of something like a behemoth source arise, they'd be the strike team."
Suddenly, his companion frowned. “Someone has eaten my cake. It might have been me. How unfortunate.”
Sannidar chuckled, pushing open the door back to the room they'd originally met up in. "Well, we're just here." He stepped into the room with a fair amount of grace. "Hello again! We return with books and cake for a certain lady Pryfektus! Miss us?"
His face bore a mischievous grin that projected that he already knew the answer to his own question. All the same, he swept over to where Larael sat reading and carefully deposited the cake in front of her and books on an empty corner of the desk.
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Post by Larael Astriddottir on Feb 6, 2014 12:04:18 GMT
Larael turned the page as the door opened, and looked up.
"Hello again! We return with books and cake for a certain lady Pryfektus! Miss us?"))
Not lost. Taking their time. Did he say cake? Had Sannidar discovered her profound weakness for cake, or was it a lucky guess?
Hoping for the latter, she attempted to discreetly remove her glasses in an effort to hide the fact that she even had them, and looked up at the two, "Welcome back. Not too much trouble, I take it?" She looked at the cake and tried not to think about it for a moment. She took the books from the corner of the desk and set them up in front of her, behind the cake, "Thank you for getting these, Iduneus." She looked up at him and smiled.
He did bring me cake. She considered eating it on the spot, though she didn't want to get any on the books or to appear to be doing anything other than working. Then again, it was cake. She flicked her eyes to the Tiros, who were totally engrossed in trying to smack each other with heavy objects. Looking down, she delicately picked up the fork that was resting on the plate, eyes jumping between Sannidar and the cake. She took a bite after a moment.
This is damn good cake. I wonder where he got it... probably lifted it from the kitchens.
She thought about that for a moment. It was generally not in your best interest to steal food from the Drakonrhedi, even if you were one of them.
If there's a problem that's what I sent him out to get. She took another bite of the cake, being sure to take small bites befitting someone of her station and apparent grace.
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