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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:39 pm
There wasn't much for the man to reply to, he had been hoping for a more promising response.
"Ah,... If you're in no hurry would you mind showing me around? I'm new here and all and, though I have a rough idea of the city, I'd really enjoy a tour. If you would be so kind that is."
He took another sip from his tea, the steam clouding his glasses slightly. The cup was nearing empty as the warm liquid slid down his throat. He would have to return the cup soon.
"The name is Flint by the way, Flint Bateman. Its a pleasure to meet you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 4:46 pm
The girl considered his proposition. Normally she would have just said no right away, but something pushed her to do it. She had nothing better to do, after all. She rarely did.
"I suppose I could do that for you," she answered after a moment. She knew the town quite well, after all. She was probably quite capable of giving a tour based off of all the time she spent wandering around the place.
"Dasha," she introduced herself, giving him a slight nod. "Dasha Lavrin."
She glanced down at his cup, the smell of the tea still quite strong in her nose. She did her best to ignore it, however overpowering it was.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 6:21 pm
"Oh, what good news," he beamed as he took a step forward to the door.
"Pardon me for a moment will you? I must return this and then we can commence with the tour."
He gave a small wink before his smirk fell and the wooden door opened with a creak as he pressed his hand against its grain. The soft padding of the man's shoes morphed to a loud "clicking" as he came upon the polish floor.
"Here is the cup sir. Thank'ye again," he said with a soft smiled, turning on his heel and departing.
The door sent a small burst of fragrant air as the young man took a step out and joined the women at her side.
"Shall we? Were should we start?" he asked, holding his palm up and open in front of her, pointing towards future movement.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 6:41 pm
Dasha held in a wince as the smell of the entire shop swept out past her nose. She had made herself come and sit in shops such as this one many times before just so that she could possibly get used to the smell. It hadn't worked, however. She still did it, though, many days out of the week. She would sit in the shop and try to ignore the strong aromas that wafted past her only to leave a bit later with a headache.
Her eyes wandered up to the man, Flint, as he came back. They lingered on his own eyes for a few moments before she looked ahead of them.
"The bakery would be a good place I suppose....it's near here, and it's one of the best around, or so I hear," she said as she took a step forward. She almost seemed to float along as she walked, despite the heals she wore. Her hair flowed out behind her, almost morphing in with her long cloak.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 2:58 pm
Forgetting to take off his glasses, Flint stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and strolled after her. He hadn't been in many towns such as this and never had he met a girl the likes of her. It was turning out to be a good day and he looked forward to learning more about the city, and the people that lived in it.
"A bakery, yhea? How delightful," he paused and looked to Dasha.
"Does the bakery have too strong of a smell for you as well?"
He gave a roll of his shoulders as he stretched his back slightly.
"It would be a shame if it did. Bakeries are truly delicious places."
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 4:44 pm
Dasha turned to look at him as he commented on the smell of the bakery. She found him increasingly curious as she continued to speak to him. It was odd, but it peaked her interest enough that she wasn't entirely fond of the idea of leaving him right away.
"...Kind of..." she responded with a small pause as if she were considering her answer. "It's not as bad as the tea shop is for me, but it's not like....I don't notice it. I can put up with it much easier though."
She snapped her mouth shut after speaking, feeling that she was beginning to ramble.
She had been staring at the ground as she walked but was now looking up. She could see a few buildings that they were nearing. One of them was the bakery, she was beginning to smell it already. The bakery was one of the shops she enjoyed a bit more than the others. The smell was strong, but it was more enjoyable, at least, than those of the herbs in the tea or of the meats in the butcher's.
"It's that one up there," she said, pointing her delicate-looking finger towards it.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 4:59 pm
The man saw the store and started walking just a tad faster. He neared the door prior to Dasha and pulled it open for her.
"After you," he said simply.
He would enter after her and, though he could smell them now, be engulfed by the sweet smell of raising bread.
He hoped that there would be at least a small selection of sweets as well. His little sister would probably enjoy them.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 5:10 pm
Dasha gave Flint a slight nod of thanks as she slipped into the shop. There was a fairly plump man standing behind the counter with a long apron resting under his gut. There was white flour on his large hands that were placed over the counter. He smiled at the two as they came in.
"Welcome!" he greeted, his voice gentle sounding for such a large man.
Dasha forced a small smile to him before ducking out of Flint's way so he would be able to get inside without brushing past her. The shop wasn't very small, but it was filled with small tables covered in many different types of breads and a few pastries.
Dasha's nose twitched lightly at the smell, but she kept herself from bringing her hand up to smother it.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 6:03 pm
"Hello there," said Flint, now letting his English accent slip in.
"You have a lovely bakery from the looks of it."
He kept his hands in his pockets as he wandered over to look upon the fresh breads that were arranged.
One of his hands fished in his pockets for some money for he was eager to buy some of the fresh goods.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 6:13 pm
Dasha glanced around at the breads from her spot near the door. Her arms had loosened slightly from their previous tight hold against her sides and she was beginning to shift away to look at a few other things. She hadn't been in this shop as much as some of the others, so she wasn't quite familiar with everything they offered.
The man seemed to beam at Flint's compliment as he moved towards the other side of the counter.
"Thank you sir, I try to keep it well kept. The shop's been passed down in my family for generations, as have our baking recipes," he said, coming to the front of the counter and leaning against it. "I hope you find everything to your liking. Just let me know if you need any help with anything."
By this time, Dasha had wandered over to a row of small baskets filled with breads of all shapes and sizes. And smells. One of their scents was incredibly sweet that she could pick out. She paused and looked into it. There was neatly folded cloth tucked around artistically arranged baked goods. Some had a light frosting over them while others looked unusually plain, yet they still smelt very sweet.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 6:18 pm
Flint nodded gently as he quietly moved behind Dasha. He was a foot away and toward her right when he spoke, peering over her shoulder.
"See anything you like?" he asked, now turned and looking at a few loaves of bread on a table near him.
Some coins grew warm in his hands as he looked upon the savory food.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 6:24 pm
Dasha looked up quickly at the sound of Flint's voice and shook her head lightly, her hair falling over her shoulders at the movement.
"Not exactly," she answered, looking back down to the bread in front of her. "This kind just smelled rather sweet."
She looked away from the basket again to the single loaves on another table. She looked at it from a distance for a moment before moving over to it.
"Do....you eat this kind of thing often?" she asked Flint, looking back over to him.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 6:32 pm
"No, not really," he said as he waved to the baker and pointed to a delicately constructed flower whose petals were a brilliant pink. It seemed to be made of sugar frosted biscuits.
"Might I buy this from you? And a cheese loaf as well if you will."
He turned back towards Dasha and smiled.
"No, normal breads are all my family can afford to eat. With all our traveling and the like we can't really spend extra money on more expensive foods. Its really a treat if my father of I buy some. My sister loves them though."
He gave a small laugh, thinking of his sister.
"She said that she wants to be a baker, or a chef. I think she'd do well, once she learned her basics anyway."
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 6:40 pm
Dasha glanced between Flint to the man at the counter who nodded his head and headed back through a door that was covered with a hanging sheet.
"Mm, I should have guessed," she said straightening up her posture slightly as she looked away from the table she had lingered at. "My family doesn't travel much...only once, that I am aware of. Is it just you, your sister, and your father? Or...." She trailed off at the end of her sentence, leaving it open for him to answer. She didn't have any siblings and she wondered if he had any others. She also wondered why he didn't mention his mother.
The man returned from the back of the shop carrying something wrapped in a cloth-like material in his hands. He placed it on the counter and looked to Flint.
"Your cheese loaf, sir," he said, waiting patiently for him to finish.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 7:15 pm
Flint paid the man promptly, the silver clinking gently as it hit the counter's surface.
"Thank you," he said as he grabbed the bread and the flower off the table.
The man hid the hurt that came with talking of his mother as he spoke.
"I was an orphan, as are my other siblings. There are many in our family. The youngest is Aurora, a small angel of sorts. There is William and his sister. William is older than I and his sister is a year bellow me. Then we have some homeless boy named Xavier. He's an odd one, but a good fellow. A kind boy from Iceland. We are all from different places, other than Aurora and I. We're both from England. She's the Professor's true kin. But he treats us all the same."
He paused to reflect as he struggled not to speak too much.
"As for my mother... I only remember one day with her. Twas the day she left me. She was crying, and I think it was because she didn't want me to go. But... I don't think she could afford me."
He shrugged and smiled.
"But I'm talking too much~! Forgive me."
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