The Dragon's Breach (Under new ownership~)

[Ti Wildcard]

It had been a long and hard process trying to get everything back into order, but he finally felt that it was safe to open everything back to the public once more. Not that he really had to worry about any of the public stumbling by when the place was technically 'closed', but now the staff were instructed to welcome people, as opposed to turning them away immediately.
Again. Not that there had been anyone that needed to be turned away.
With a huff as well as a sigh, Kalath found himself flopping onto one of the lobby couches in hopes that maybe someone would actually show up if he were there to watch the door. That was probably a rather unlikely thing, considering his position was unlikely to change the fates and paths of others.

He was changing his, however. Changing it from the path from frantically running from room to room on each floor, and making certain everything was proper, to lazily resting on a lobby couch. It was a good change, however, and the red-headed half-elf willingly acknowledged this up-sided difference.

But really, all he could do now was wait and hope that maybe the decision to change things up a bit would not have been a bad one.

Still, lazing had turned into almost a bored fidgeting as he adjusted the loose sleeves to his white shirt, as well as the opening that revealed his toned front-side. Perhaps this had not been the best getup to wear while filling in for a management position, but no one had any position or right to complain against it. Besides, what if he showed up? Perhaps that was why the freckled elf took the liberty to adorn himself in the amount of golden jewelry and chains that he had, as well as the choice to jazz his clothes up with some snazzy black-and-gold shoulder-pads. Or, perhaps that was just the way he chose to dress.
Really, it was not until he had met the devilish male that he really chose to display some of his collection on his form.

Location: Lobby

[Spooky Mittens]

The sound of a motor peeled across the mountainside as a blackened figure approached from the distance. A rapidly moving speck, illuminated by a single halogen bulb along the narrow pathway along the cliff. She could feel the night air nipping at the apples of her cheeks, and the plump petals of her lips as she sped along at a moderate pace. Her helmet hid her hair, and a pair of goggles kept her eyes nice and safe, but as she made progress her cheeks had become rosy and her lips a little bit dry. She resisted the urge to lick at them like a pro, of course, but one could definitely tell she was growing uncomfortable every minute she remained outside. Speeding up wouldn't help her situation any, not that it was very safe to do so anyway, so she remained stead.

The Dragon's Breach. . . She would think to herself as she made he approach. She'd heard about the place in a bit of a rumor at the last town she'd visited. Heard they were hiring and decided to just go out and see it for herself. Normally applications of this nature were handled by telephone, but Esther could not for the life of her find the number for this place anywhere. Despite that, it was a pretty easy joint to track down. The people off in that place, Everbell was it? Or was it Everbelle? She would ask herself internally as she started slowing her motocycle down on the approach. She could see the. . . facility already. Not so much a building as a piece of the landscape, save for the apparent observatory dome up above it.

"Ooh, fancy."

She would say to herself over the wind and the motocycle, so it was more like a shout. The noise pollution drowning her alto voice out entirely. A few more moments of riding, and she pulled up alongside the carved out face of the business, past a couple windows and up along-side the doors. The bike would stop, the light flipping off, a key cranking and clicking as it was withdrawn from the vehicle's ignition. She removed her helmet, shaking her white-and-black hair up a bit so that it would sit less flat against her head. Unfortunately, she totally had helmet-hair. She'd remove her goggles too, dumping them in the helmet and toss the pair into her side-car. Then, swinging one leg over the bike and sliding herself off it, she'd stroll along over to said side car and retrieve her travel bag, slinging the thing over one shoulder.

She walked up to the doors then, trying to fluff her hair up a little with her fingers as she did. A few pats to her clothing, as the ride had wrinkled it some. Oh well, just get over it Esther. She would think to herself as she stood there in front of the door. Both hands rested on her bag strap as she thought for a moment. Nervousness crept up her spine. I wonder if the job's taken already? Or what they want me to cook even? What if it's super demanding? Calm down, you're good at this damnit, damn good! Her internal pep-talk seemed to have an affect on her outward demeanor as she adopted a more confident stare, tilting her head up just a smidge. Nodding to herself and tapping her right foot on the stone, she would push the doors inward and stroll on in, taking a pose in the doorway that just said Here I am! To tittilate your taste buds and save the world with flavor! Then she realized that was ridiculous and quickly turned about to close the doors behind her like a normal person.

A little laugher at herself and the doors were shut. She would turn about, her boots thumping gently as her light frame turned. She caught sigh of a rather. . . beautiful red-head sitting on the couch. His pointed ears, caramel skin, loose yet flattering garments. He was the only one here, so Esther was left to assume he worked there? I hope he does, really, or this is going to be embarrassing. She said to herself as she took a step nearer the couch.

"Ahh, h-hello there. Do you, uhh, work here?"

Esther would ask, the uncertainty in her alto voice quite clear.

Who With?

Kalath

Where At?

The Path outside, up to The Lobby.

Numrigaaz

[Ti Wildcard]

How long had he been waiting? It didn't matter much, as by this point, Kalath had removed his jeweled necklace from around his neck, tossing it into the air and catching it in his hands. His ponytail fell like a short and curled waterfall over the arm of his couch, and one of his legs hung over the back, while the other touched the ball of its foot against the floor.

It was an unprofessional activity, that was undoubted, but the redhead simply had to do something to entertain himself while he was waiting for something to do. Especially considering his boredom, if left unchecked, could have resulted in him potentially falling asleep and looking even worse. Or doing other things. Like annoying the information-kiosk woman. Ohhh, he could not wait until he finally found someone to potentially replace her. She had an 'unemployment benefit' written out especially for her.

Simply the thought had brought a mischievous little grin to the redhead's freckled face, the glowing embers in his eyes burning ever brighter for only a moment.

It was the voice of a woman that had snapped him from his fantasies, timid and uncertain. That was, while not a completely unfamiliar tone he received, certainly something that was not terrible common. Upon catching the pendant once more, the redhead's gaze shifted in the direction of the female, blinking once and then twice. He supposed it would have been better if he were looking at her from a view that did not have her mostly upside-down, wouldn't it?

"I'm the manager," he would say as he swung his leg back over the couch, lifting his head as he put ah arm against the armrest to push himself up into a sit. His voice was deep and rich, almost smoky. Rumbled just a bit, but still carried a smoothness. From there, he would push himself to his feet, standing as he lifted the chain of his pendant up and back behind his neck, clasping the ends together before allowing the jewelry to hang freely about his neck.

"My name is Kalath, how may I help you?"

Perhaps she was a customer? Or a potential one, at least. It was almost difficult to conceal his own excitement over even the concept. New money. A fresh source. The corners of his lips were already beginning to curl upwards into a smile, the embers of his eyes almost flickering as he began to flit his gaze over the woman. he had chosen to take something of a polite 'bow', almost as if to conceal his curious glances, eyeing the materials of her clothing, the care of her hair, any particular pieces of jewelry that might have been visible. He wanted to get a feel for what sort of room she might have been aiming for, what sort of prices he might have acquired.

Even still, as he brought himself back to an upright position, his felt gloved hand brought itself to his chin, tracing his index across his jawline as that little smile faded, crimson brows lifting slightly as he peered down at the female. A ring was evident under the glove, hugging the little finger of his left hand. A little band, as it were.

Location: Lobby

Spooky Mittens

[Lilyness II]

"Come one, come all!"

The voice was coming from a bright eyed blond child as she waved her hands in the air to try and get the attention of the crowd. A small box was placed at her feet as she waved people in to see her newest invention.

"See this amazing new product! It will put your mops and brooms to shame! All for the low cost of $59.99. You have to see it to believe it!"

The young child let her eyes roam about the passing strangers as none of them seemed to take any interest. In fact, their stares began to feel more murderous the more the sun began to set. With a sigh she looked down towards her box. The sign at the port had read 'Silverdock' in old worn out paint. It was so old that she had to tilt her head to read it since part of the right side chain had loosened, slanting the sign a bit. When she had arrived in the morning she had noticed the melancholy feel of the area, but she just figured the townspeople were just not morning people. Alas, it seemed like this was their permanent demeanor, which worsened as the night approached.

Kneeling down, she grabbed the box at her feet and jumped off her makeshift podium, which was simply an old small wooden crate. Now with a determined smile, she set the box down on the dirt. This got a few onlookers to pause which only helped to raise her smile more, even though they still didn't looked pleased about her being there. It didn't matter, they would soon change their mind! Pressing a button on the back of the box, a loud pop could be heard from the machine as it came to life. Sure it was a bit noisy, that was a kink she was working on. But it was still well worth the money, at least in her eyes. The box began to spin in circles, picking up dust particles along the way. Tally stood with her hands on her hips in triumph as she watched her invention swirl about.

It was only a few short moments later though that smoke began to form out the back. In an instant, she was chasing the little black box in circles as the crowd now began to thicken. "No! Stop!" she shrieked, as she had her hands sticking out in front of her. As the black box turned to make a loop towards her, she grinned widely and pounced on top of it. The metal hurt her stomach, but it wouldn't take away from the small victory of catching the blasted thing. The box began to scurry around beneath her and she wrestled with it for a while before finally reaching for the off button. Just before pressing it, a grinding noise came from inside and she looked down in shock. A puff of black soot shot out, covering her face completely.

After looking up, the crowd seemed even more angry than they had before. Tally attempted to smile towards them in a shy manner when the crowd began slowly enclosing on her. Waving her hands in front of her she attempted to apologize for the mishap, but it didn't seem to calm the crowd. From what they were yelling, it seemed they thought she had been trying to sell them a faulty product. It wasn't faulty, she just hadn't thought about how much of the dirt the contraption was actually picking up.

"Look... I'm sorry." A forced smiled stayed on her lips as the now angry mob got closer. Seeing as how they weren't going to back away anytime soon, Tally's head dropped. Not that the crowd could see it, but Tally's once forced smile turned into a deviant one. Picking up her black box slowly, she reached into her pocket and grabbed a small round ball about the size of a quarter. When she looked up, she flashed a bright smile towards the crowd. "Well, I guess it's time for me to leave!" Throwing the ball as hard as she could between the crowd and herself, she paused only for a moment to watch the smoke begin to engulf the mob. That was her chance to run, and run she did. Going back the way she came wasn't an option so during the mass of confusion with the smoke, she rummaged her way through the crowd. Once she broke free of the mound of nontoxic gases, she began darting towards the nearest road.

Having almost made it to the treeline, Tally heard a loud booming voice from behind her. Look! There she is! She's trying to get away! Gritting her teeth, she continued her sprint into the treeline, hoping maybe she would be able to lose the crazy mob in the bustle of the forest.

Location

Silverdock

[Spooky Mittens]

He seemed to be lazing about, snapped out of some trance-like state by Esther's voice. Oh no, did I bother him? She thought to herself as he tilted back to look at her upside down. She noted now the color of his eyes, the freckles on his cheeks, and the general exotic look of his dress and form. He had been tossing something previously, some kind of necklace that Esther had noted, but had not gotten a very good look at until he put it back on and stood up to face her directly. His voice was deep and rumbly, not unlike a certain someone she once knew, yet still different enough to be unique. She noted his bright eyes working their way along her form, as if sizing her up for something. He didn't seem to linger in any one place for very long so she got the impression he wasn't exactly checking her out.

Clearly, he dressed well. Perhaps he was just inspecting her fashion-choice? The half-jacket she wore covering her shoulders and arms. The corset covering her stomach and chest, white with black accents. Maybe the skirt? Long in the back, somewhat laced around the hem, gray on the inside like ash. Or her boots? Creamy toes and black sued-like material with white fluff around the top and white belts around the ankle. Kalath finished eyeing her up, and then Esther remembered that he'd asked her a question. Oh, right~ She'd remind herself internally.

"Ahh, it's nice to meet you Kalath. I'm Esther Ferris. I uhh, couldn't find any better way of reaching you here. It seems you don't have a listed number? Anyway, I was just checking out a rumor that you were hiring all new staff? I'm here about a chef position, if you've any openings."

Esther began to rummage through her travel bag for a folder. It was a little thick thing, her resume. This was a well-compiled list of the various establishments she'd worked at before, and the skills and habits she'd picked up along the way. References to her time as a personal chef, and some of her crowning accomplishments within her career. She wasn't sure if Kalath needed any such things, but she presented the folder to him anyway, gripping it on one side with both of her hands and shuffling closer to him. She tried not to stare too much at his hair or his chest since he was a rather gorgeous specimen, eventually she'd get past her base hormonal response and she'd be able to just act normal around him, but for now she couldn't stop picturing him in cliche'd poses with sparkles and flowers in the background and whatnot. Stop being a dumb, Ester. She would scold herself internally.

Who With?

Kalath

Where At?

The Lobby

Numrigaaz

[Ti Wildcard]

A chef? He hadn't expected a new employee, but considering the kitchen had become a bit... Short-handed, a new chef was just as welcome as a customer. As long as they eventually acquired customers, anyways. Of course, he was not expecting a book of sorts to be handed to him, his gaze dropping to the resume before he finally grasped it in his hands and examined it. Brows lifted as he somehow realized what this book was. Considering business and resumes were not exactly things he had knowledge in, he was rather surprised he understood the point of it at all.

It only took the redhead a moment to flip through the pages and realize that the book would be of no use to him for this particular situation, and all the while, he found himself parting his lips and speaking as his brows furrowed in a mild frustration towards his difficulty with the book. He knew how to read, obviously. He simply had no intention in contacting her previous employers, and he did not particularly care about her super-special accomplishments. What mattered was how her food tasted, in his opinion.

"Yeaah... I have actually been meaning to invest in a phone. I hear that they are useful."

He did not mean to seem uninterested in the resume, really he didn't, and he made an effort to portray this in his expression, with the lift of his brows and the apology in his eyes, as he handed the book back to her.

"Could you, by chance, prepare a few samples of your cooking for me? I'm a bit new to this entire hiring thing."

Was he allowed to say that? He didn't know. Before she even had the chance to answer, he was already gesturing her to follow him to the elevators. He would wait for her if she did not come immediately, and perhaps inquire if she chose not to.
His steps were careful and considered, his general mannerism perhaps a bit too over-thought as he walked. Of course, he did not try to glide, or 'dance' as he stepped. Nothing in an attempt to look elegant or even possibly imposing. It appeared more that he made an effort to walk in a sort that was not particularly outstanding.
Still, once the elevator had been reached, the arrow pointing down illuminated as the redhead pressed his right gloved hand to it before taking two steps back. He did not expect anyone to come out of any of the three elevators, but a practice was still a practice.

"As you might have noticed, the structure of this establishment is unique compared to others. One of these things is that everything is built downwards, cut from the stone."

Location: Lobby

Spooky Mittens

[Spooky Mittens]

A first time business owner then? Esther would wonder to herself as she took back the folder with her resume and stuffed the thing into her bag again. Kalath turned and meandered on over to an elevator, beckoning for Esther to follow him as he did so. She would, of course, oblige, as she'd been asked to display some of her cooking skills to him. This was perfect, actually, just the sort of thing Esther liked. Simple, no-nonsense business. The elevator doors opened and the pair would step inside, just in time to see someone pop in through the front doors. Esther wondered if he'd be alright left alone up here, but didn't make too much of a fuss over it.

"I'd be happy to cook for you. I assume your kitchen is well stocked?"

A vague question to be sure. Did Kalath even know what a kitchen needed? Did he even have a menu? What sort of theme was he going for, and what kinds of people were his patrons? What kind of supplies could you get locally? Esther had so many questions and she couldn't wait to get started, but first she would have to prove herself. In anticipation, she would start rifling through her bag to ensure she had all of her preferred utensils at the ready. Her knives in particular, since most kitchens had all the other stuff and her's weren't exactly unique. Two chef's knives to be exact, pattern welded, so two kinds of steel were layered together and hammered out, the edge finished with an acid wash to pronounce the differences in the layers more. It looked like a series of dark gray and light gray waves swirling together on their broad edges, while the sharp edge itself was polished to a near-white shine. She simply held these knives up in the light, inspecting the edge to ensure there was no folding present.

"Do you have any particular requests?"

Who With?

Kalath

Where At?

Lobby to Elevator

Numrigaaz

[Ti Wildcard]

Upon stepping into the elevator, the redhead would turn around, sliding to the right side of the compartment as he allowed the female to follow in. Or perhaps he was supposed to allow her in first? Social protocols, ugh.Even still, with his right hand once more, he leaned forward, reaching and pressing the butting that was marked with an "R" before taking a few steps back, until he was finally leaning against the wall of the elevator.

"Fully stocked, actually." Have a well stocked kitchen, that was. Considering they had been closed for some time, he figured he should have gone into something of an explanation as to why they had not been skimping on kitchen costs. "We have a patron who seems to have taken up residence here. Myself and most of the other staff members also live here. Then there's the owner, to whom this entire establishment was initially the home to. Everyone needs to be fed."

Not that he actually new too much about the kitchen, but considering how Asazal had tried to make everything the best of the best, he could have only imagined. It was fortunate to him that their supposedly-permanent patron had decided to be just that, otherwise the owner would have likely been a bit... Cranky to dip into his personal funds to keep the kitchen properly stocked. Then, the female has asked yet another question. Esther, wasn't it?

"I would like you to, if you could, make various samples of whatever you desire to. The owner does not care much about what the menu fully looks like, as long as the food tastes good." Was that a reasonable enough explanation? "If you'd like, you could show me your favorite dish."

Location: Elevator 1, Going Down

Spooky Mittens

[Spooky Mittens]

Esther wasn't getting much direction here. That was all well and good, she was here to show off after all, not to be told what to do. Maybe she could get the head chef position, since they didn't appear to have any other staff just yet. This is fantastic. She would think to herself, a little smirk forming across her lips. Of course now she realized just how chapped they'd gotten as she felt the skin tugging. Rough! She would think to herself with a wince as she started looking for her lip balm. While doing that, she'd respond.

"Okay, so I can just go HAM then? Sooo, are we going for fine dining? Or pub food? Ooor, any particular style of cuisine like Italian or. . .

She took a moment to think about the attire Kalath was wearing, along with the decor. It had a very eastern european feel to it.

"German? Polish maybe? I have too many favorites to show you all of them."

Esther would finish as she slid her knives back into her bag after finally locating her lip balm. She'd open the little stick and apply it straight away. Beeswax and honey, it made her face smell a little like a pastry. She started to relax a little, taking to the wall perpendicular to Kalath's, healing her bum against the rail and tilting her toes up. She was essentially resting on her heels now, her hands behind her back, boot-tips now thumping together as she waited for the elevator to stop.

Numrigaaz

[Ti Wildcard]

The redhead watched as the woman dug around, finally procuring a stick of something or another before applying it to her lips. Something he probably should have been familiar with, but was strangely not. He did not find the smell terribly pleasant, faint as it was, and this was hinted towards with a twitch of his nostrils as he averted his gaze momentarily. She began to ask him questions. Specifications about the kitchen, the cuisine, the style. Kalath found himself reaching up with his left hand, scratching the gloved fingers against his left cheek in contemplation.

"Yes. Actually, the kitchen should be stocked to a point where you could prepare just about anything a customer were to ask for, and that is the intention for the restaurant. If they want a five-star meal, hopefully they can get that if your skills are there, if they want a peanut-butter sandwich, they should be able to get that."

For a moment, the half-elf paused, his hand dropping to his side before both arms came up and crossed themselves in front of his chest, his gaze shifting towards the woman. Perhaps there was a detail he should have specified, just in case the situation arose. For this, his brows furrowed as a stern expression crossed his face.

"We do not serve humans, human meat, human blood, or anything of that sort. I do not want this place getting that sort of reputation."

Not with the villages so close, anyways. Sure, there was not much beyond those three that he could remember, but they were useful. His expression quickly changed as the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, revealing a rather empty, but large dining room. The bar was clearly visible across the room, the door to the kitchen positioned to the right of it.

"Ah, great. Here we are."

Pushing off the elevator wall, the half-elf stood and motioned with his hand for Esther to follow, glancing back over his shoulder to make certain she was. He would lead her across the room, and to the kitchen door. There, he would push it open before stepping inside and holding it to allow Esther in. Be polite and all that.

"I can either wait in the dining room, or in here. Whichever you are most comfortable with."

Location: Elevator 1, Going Down.
Through the Restaurant and into the Kitchen.

Spooky Mittens

[Spooky Mittens]

The answer to her questions were a simple yes? All of the above then? Anything she felt like at the time, huh? Well that was certainly inefficient. The costs of having all of those things in stock, kept fresh and the like, especially the sort of thing that had to be shipped in? How much of that was going to waste?! Esther's face got pale, what kind of horrors were going on in that kitchen right now? Was she going to find a freeze full of fungus or something? Then he said something about not serving humans. Then more specifically, about not serving humans to others. Why was that even a rule? Someone had to have tried it in order for Kalath here to go out of his way to make mention of it, and it turned Esther's stomach a little as she thought about it. What in the hell have I gotten myself into? She would ask herself as she followed him across the dining hall.

Much to her relief, the kitchen was not a horrendous catastrophe. Maybe a little dusty, just a little, but overall in good order. She stayed quiet for now as Kalath said he could wait here or out in the dining room, holding off on an answer as she began to inspect everything in the room. Are those really copper pots? Expensive. Esther would say in her own head. Appreciated, but expensive. She'd not used a kitchen of this caliber since her time working for the excessively wealthy, only theirs were smaller. How loaded was the owner of this place? It didn't matter, Esther was back in her element.

"You can wait in here if you wanna watch. It's going to be a little while since there's no prep done, but I'll try to make something pretty simple. Simple, but delicious."

Esther would immediately get to work. She rolled her sleeves up to the elbow, allowing for the first time her hands to become readily visible. Golden freckles dotted her knuckles and fingertips, and even when she washed her hands they remained a fixture on her skin. Next she'd put on a plain white apron, one that she'd fallen in love with some time ago even though most chef's would wear a jacket instead. It had a cute little kitty face on the front. She cleaned a space to work, and set about gathering all of the things she would need for her chosen dish. She had settled on simple pub food, in this case a burger because the prep time was so short. She found the beef had already been ground as well, so that made things even more simple, though in the future she'd probably have the staff order whole chunks so she could grind it herself.

She started off by removing her knives from her bag and cleaning them thoroughly. Testing the sharpness of a spare bit of paper to ensure her last sharpening hadn't been a failure. She set up some bowls, one that was warmed slightly, another sitting in a larger bowl filled with ice water, and a whisk stuffed into an ice bath as well. Finding them definitely satisfactory, she set to work dicing up some onions. She was fast, dexterous, utterly focused in her slicing skill here. The blade of her knife rapidly tapping the wooden board below without interruption until the onions were sufficiently sized. Next, she set to work seasoning the meat itself with some thyme, parsley, pepper, salt, and those diced onions. She set her blade down upon the cutting board and moved off to another project, a spread, some kind of mayonnaise. Two egg yolks in a slightly warm bowl mixed with oil, lemon juice, Worcestershire sauce, mustard, and a couple teaspoons of hotsauce, all the while whisking and taking care not to add too much of the oil at one time. This would go into the fridge for now. She moved back to her burgers, taking the cutting board and wiping it down before flipping it over to the reverse side. She would slice a couple things here now again, some tomatoes, a jalapeno, a pickle, and from the half of an onion she had not yet used she would make petals.

She took out a block of extra sharp cheddar and began to slice out thick squares of cheese. As she started forming burger patties, she would mold the meat around these blocks of cheese in their center so that when one took a bite, they'd be met with gooey deliciousness. She started up the grill plate over on the stove top beside her, using a cloth to rub some oil on the bars ahead of time. As she waited for that he heat up, she made a simple dipping batter for the onion petals and set a pan on the stove as well with just enough oil to deep fry said petals. Everything was heading towards a final conclusion in a very short amount of time, as once everything was sufficiently heated Esther would begin the actual cooking. Patties on the grill, petals dipped and placed in the searing-hot oil. She darted away for just a moment to retrieve her bread choice, a soft sourdough pretzel bun. It had a nice crispy exterior with a nice rich scent to it. Esther could barely contain her excitement as she pranced back to her cook station with those buns. She took care to slice them just so, buttering the inner parts and setting them in the oven at 200 degrees to await their meaty fillings.

It took maybe fifteen minutes to cook everything, and Esther was moving like some kind of hyped-up caffeine addict. The buns taken out, the mayonnaise spread onto said bun, followed by the patty, the jalapenos, pickle slices, tomato slice, and a leaf of lettuce. Paired along-side it were spicy-batter onion petals instead of rings, onto a nice hot plate and carried over to wherever it was Kalath would have set himself down to await his dish.

"Spicey-cheese stuffed burger and onion petals. It's what I like to eat when I need a pick-me-up, or if my nose is stuffy."

Esther would explain as she set out some utensils and started looking for a glass.

"I'd suggest pairing it with a dark stout, but personally I usually keep it simple with a rootbeer. Which would you prefer?"

She was positively glowing.

Who With?

Kalath

Where At?

Elevator to dining room, ending at Kitchen

Numrigaaz

[Ti Wildcard]

Kalath had decided to wait and watch as Esther began her prep-work. He had hoped that they would have had some small talk. Chatter, even. That he would have had the opportunity to learn a little about the woman who desired to cook for himself and the rest of the establishment. For anyone who happened to stumble across The Dragon's Breach and chose to stay for a bite to eat or more. Unfortunately, Esther appeared to be rather immersed in her handiwork. For a while, the redhead stood in the kitchen, close enough to watch, but far enough to remain out of the woman's way. He had gone from a professional posture to shifting his weight from one foot to another. From an uncomfortable shift to crossing his arms.

Kalath was not a cook. When all was up to him, he simply charred everything and ate his food anyways. He enjoyed flavors, yes. Variety, even. But when it came to his own cooking, he could not be bothered to do anything exciting. So watching Esther's activities had almost been like reading a foreign language, or something. He failed to understand specific details to her actions. Cutting an onion was simply cutting an onion, and knowing him, he would have probably cut the root off first and cried through the rest of the cutting.

So after a bit of waiting, the half-elf decided to push his way through the kitchen door and back into the dining room. He did not want to make Esther uncomfortable, after all, even though she appeared to not even notice he was still there. She certainly had a passion for the job she was applying for, and that was likely a good sign to Kalath. Or, that was how he interpreted it.
He did not move very far, taking a seat at the closest table to the kitchen door and kicking his feet up onto the seat of the chair to his left at the table as he waited. He would have chosen the bar, but figured that it would have been better to allow Esther to sit when she was finished. He would pass the time by leaning back in his chair, seeing how far back he could balance as he began recollecting back to an interaction he had recently with another male. More specifically the way the male managed to sit in his chair. The redhead was having difficulty in acquiring the same results.

Of course, Kalath's shenanigans were interrupted as Esther emerged from the kitchen, the Worcestershire mingling with the rest of the aromas of the burger she had chosen as all of the scents played against his nostrils. It was at this point that he remembered why he normally did not agree to letting the kitchen close down as early as it had this evening. Although, it also reminded him why the cooks had been asking to close after the rest of the staff had been fed as well.

"That smells amazing," He would have mumbled as the burger was set before him,and his first reaction, of course, was to remove the gloves from his hands, revealing the gold-and-hematite ring on his small-finger, and setting the gloves on the table to his side. He did want to dirty the gloves, after all, and burgers were a finger-food. With his left hand, he would grab an edge of the bun, lifting the top to peek underneath in a mild curiosity, examining the condiments and topping that had been chosen. He was no food critic, and he was not exactly evaluating. He was simply wanting to see.

"Stout sounds like a good idea," He would respond as he peeked back up at the woman, a rather pleased glint at the suggestion that had been made. "Pour yourself one too. Have you eaten?"

It was obvious that he actually intended to split the burger as he took the butter knife from the table with his left hand as he gently placed the fingers of his right hand against the bun. He tried his best not to ruin the bun as he used the knife to cut the burger in half, poking the tip of the knife down through the bun and pressing down on the handle in an angular fashion before repeating the process. He did not want to saw it, but he did not want to 'chop' it either.Just gently separate the two halves.

Location: Kitchen, then Dining Room

Spooky Mittens

[KamiKaze1337]

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Flying above the lands was a strange creature. it was feminine in shape, with reddish-brown fur covering her body, fading to a light green at her hands and feet. Around her neck was a large plume of bright green fur. Her wings were also green, with yellow and reddish-brown eye spots. Her head, stomach, breasts, and abdomen had black exoskeleton exposed. here eyes were a glossy black, with green fluffy antennae growing out and back. Her body shape was fairly petite, being shorter than the average human female, and sporting a rounded belly, and a large pair of hips.

Her wings flapped at a quick rate, keeping her aloft, although she was showing signs of getting tired. Her movement was only stopped for a moment when she saw a mountain with a strange dome near the summit. And towards the base was a large door. Needing a place to rest, she descended, landing daintily on the ground.

Once on the ground, she walked to the door, and pushed it open. It was much heavier than she thought. Looking around, she was amazed at the room. She wondered who would build such an elaborate place around some podunk villages. Spotting an area with many chairs and couches, the moth-like woman walked over, and sat in a char close to the gaping hole in the middle. She tried looking down, but couldn't seem much from where she was seated.

''OOC'' First post! Hope you guys like!

[Lilyness II]

Feet continued to pound on the hard forest floor as Tally continued her way through the woods. It was becoming difficult to keep pace as the once level forest floor was now beginning to ascend. This plan obviously had not been completely thought through. Her black box was still clutched to her side as her other arm swung widely trying to gain more momentum. The angry mob could still be heard behind her and she hoped they would decide to give up soon. Not only because she was on her last leg of strength, but because of the names they had continuously been calling her since she left the village. Some people needed to learn to watch their tongues in front of children. Not that she was extremely young, but at fourteen she was nowhere near grown up.

Having to take a short break, she stopped by a large oak tree and rested her back against it. Her head tilted backwards to try and have access to more oxygen being inhaled. "These people," she gasped, "just don't give up." A loud pop was heard behind her and she straightened up abruptly. At this point she wasn't sure if they started throwing bottles or if it was a small gun, either way she knew she needed to continue to gain distance between them. Pushing off from the tree, she continued her journey through the woods, not really having any set direction or destination in mind.

Thirty minutes had passed and she noticed how close she was getting to the mountain. It wouldn't have taken as long had she not had to stop a couple more times to take in a few desperate breaths. She was brought to a halt though once she came to an odd clearing. Tilting her head upwards, she noticed the round dome shape protruding from the top. Tally's jaw dropped in amazement as she gawked at the building, or at least that's the name she put to it, that was built into the side of the mountain. Another loud noise brought her out of her thoughts and she began to run towards the gigantic wooden door.

Upon entering, she did not take notice to anyone who was actually in the immediate area. Instead when she entered, she turned quickly and slammed the door behind her; after placing her box on the floor beside the door.. It didn't look as though there was a lock on the door though, so she settled for using her body as a block to keep the door closed from the angry mob that had been following her. With her back pressed against the door, she leaned into it, palms placed on the door as she pushed in the same direction. The short 5'1" blonde probably looked like a mess with the black soot still covering her face and pieces of her clothing ripped off. The huge black boots were pretty much the only thing that had made it through the trek through the dense forest. Plaid skirt and loose hanging green t-shirt; not so much. The sound of the mob began to get louder as she closed her eyes and pushed with all her might against the already heavy door.

Location

Lobby

((I wanted to get this post out. But it's almost bed time for me, so if anyone actually interacts with her it needs to be kind of soon so I can at least get one more reply in. ;D <3
Also @Kami: Your post was awesome. smile ))