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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 9:45 pm
“Oh, have you?” Wilson smiled as he continued to decorate the cookies. “I haven’t met him often, but I think he’s a pretty nice guy. He gave me a book and basketball hoop set. It was really nice of him.” His smile stretched wider. “I use them a lot—the book and set, I mean. Maybe he read my mind or something. Ha.”
He nodded at Ofelia. “Yup! Kat is a really nice person, and Jeremy is too, but I’ve only met him once or twice.” He smiled sheepishly. Wilson was used to silence, but idle conversation came just as easily to him as well. “Oh! So you know Gramps, right?” A hand reached up to tug at the green goggles dangling around his neck. “And you’ve seen him summoned? He’s a pair of cannons and like….” He scrunched up his face. “Backpack of….things. And he shoots out gas, so I need to wear a gas mask.” Wilson shrugged as he slid the tray of cookies in front of him. He reached forward for the next try of cookies that needed to be frosted. “He’s got a raspy voice and is kind of cranky, but he’s okay. What about your weapon?”Rown Sorry if this is late orz
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 8:13 pm
"Basketball? Ahhh, do ya like ta play sports?" This was another topic Ofelia could speak about, not feel so awkward about. While she personally never played group sports she did enjoy watching them (she never got picked due to her lack of eye) and so she had more than just a passing interest. Also Ofelia like to run around outside and be generally active so sports = good thing. "Ah've had trouble wit' sports on account'a depth perception an' all that. Hard ta catch a ball when ya can' really judge the distance."
That was when she was a child though. "That was when Ah was younger though - Ah've had 'bout twelve or so years ta get better at it." Was that her way of trying to say she was useful and could work at Deus despite missing an eye?
Maybe.
When Wilson went on to talk about his weapon, she actually shook her head (and in the process frosted the back of her hand). "Er, Ah haven' seen 'em actually if he's anythin' like yer describin'. Most'a the time Ah 'member weapons that trashed me durin' spars, heh." She admitted, not really a good thing. "Ah might'a seen ya both on the fields durin' missions though, an Ah promise ta keep more of an eye out now ta make sure. He sounds really cool, perhaps we should spar sometime." Ofelia was pretty sure she'd lose the spar, but whatever.
Then came the question about her own weapon and the teen looked to the side. She raised her hand up and wiped the frosting off with a cloth, a beautiful charm bracelet dangling from her left wrist. The teen never wore her unsummoned weapon on the same arm always, it was good to let it up with change once in a while. "Mah's named Rue, an' she's a set'a knuckledusters. Or brass knuckles, if ya call 'em that. She'd bladed though so Ah dunno how classical she'd be considered."
Bladed, with a curve now. Sick looking, deadly looking.
Still light though.
"Have ya seen her?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 9:08 pm
Wilson nodded. “Yeah, I do! I did a lot of sports when I was highschool and I still did a few of them when I was in college,” he answered, “I mostly did track and cross country, but I played a lot of basketball and tennis also.” He paused to look down at his hand, covered in tiny smudges of frosting. Wilson brought up his hand and casually licked off the icing before wiping his hands with his pants. “Twelve years is certainly a lot of time to practice. I’m sure your perception is just as fine as a lot of people here now.”
He laughed, his eyes crinkling as he went back to decorating cookies. “That’s alright. I imagine during missions there isn’t a lot of time to look at everyone else, not when you’re busy doing something else.” [Like trying not to kick the bucket.] “Oh.” Wilson raised an arm. “You don’t have to actively look for me during the missions. I don’t want you to get distracted and make a mistake. It might be your last.” Lips twisted into a worried frown. “But I’d be more than willing to spar with you whenever you want.”
The hunter idly drew random patterns on the cookies. “Brass knuckles! Nice. Sounds like a very Sun-type weapon, don’t you think?” he chuckled. “Bladed, huh? That’s pretty cool. Gramps is bladed too.” Wilson attempted to gesture with his hand, which didn’t quite work. “Afraid I haven’t seen her, but I’m sure she’s definitely cool looking!”
He might have snuck a cookie somewhere in the process of frosting the rest of this tray of cookies. “How many trays are left?”
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 11:26 am
Ofelia looked at Wilson as he licked his hands, wiped them on his pants, and then went back to decorating. The look of abject horror on her face was pretty evident but she smashed it away just as quickly as it appeared. No one else would likely want to eat these cookies and she wasn't super scared of germs. Hell, as a child she used to eat dirt all the time and she attributed her strong immune system to such a thing.
Also maybe good genetics.
At the mention of mistakes, and sparring, Ofelia sort of chuckled. "Mistakes are kinda mah middle name, but sparrin' Ah like ta do well. Jus' pick a time, pick a place, an' Ah'm all yers. Jus' go easy on me, eh? Rue's a close combat, Ah gotta get close 'nough ta ya fer any contact." She chuckled again, and listened on about Wilson's weapon being bladed as well. Bladed weapons were generally awesome, she liked the feel of a knife in her hand.
Maybe it was all the cooking she'd done over the years.
"How many trays? Um, we've done death, life, an' sun. So moonies and misties? Two, Ah guess. Ah think the frostin' should be set 'nough by now, an' then Ah can make us some tea or sommin' while ya work an' we can have cookies an' tea." She paused. "Unless ya gotta be somewhere?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 3:50 pm
Wilson continued to merrily decorate. Sorry Ofelia.
“But isn’t it good to practice that sort of thing?” he noted with an amused expression. “If you fight a horseman who uses ranged attacks, they won’t let you get close just because it’s not fair.” He shrugged, leaned even further against the kitchen counter while his hands gripped the edge. “It might be beneficial to practice that in a spar before you do it in a real fight.”
His eyes lit up at the prospect of cookies and tea, but then brought up his arm to read the time on his watch. He stared at the tiny screen. “You think I could have those cookies and tea for to go? I’m planning to meet up with someone soon, though I’d love to stay.” Wilson frowned apologetically at Ofelia. He walked over to the remaining trays and pulled the tray filled with clouds toward him. “I hope you don’t mind.”Rown Meta is finally over ;laskdf; PHEW
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 9:29 pm
"Ta go? Whatcha think this place is, a bakery?" Ofelia snorted good-naturedly, winking (or blinking, since well one eye was covered) at Wilson before she moved over to one of the drawers. She quickly pulled it open and reached in, her hand coming back out holding what looked like a plastic bag and a cloth napkin. "Ya wanna take somma' these wit'cha, the ones we jus' did, right?" She looked over the selection that had been named, and the few that didn't have names on them.
Common sense would say give him the ones without names because not everyone probably wanted to eat an Ofelia cookie. "Ah'll give ya three from each division, how's that sound? An' while yer finishin' up that last tray Ah'll get ya some tea in a thermos."
Ofelia sounded just like a mom, it was both sad and awesome, and she started to gather the cookies that looked pretty decent as compared to the ones that hadn't been cut out very well. It wasn't that she was ashamed of the broken and weird cookies, it was just there were a lot more of them than perfect and Ofelia liked to give away her pretty stuff.Syusaki we can end this up soon <3 would you like to end on your next post or mine or go for a bit more? ofie really likes wilson, ahahaha
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 5:33 pm
He grinned. “Why wouldn’t it be?” While Ofie went to one of the drawers, Wilson leaned over to grab the last tray. This time, it was easy to conjure up a number of patterns and faces to draw onto the cookies. “Yes, if you don’t mind! They look delicious.” [All sweets look delicious to you.] This is true. His weapon groaned rang inside his head while he drew stripes on the last row of cookies.
“Really? Thanks!” His eyes lit up at the mention of tea. Tea??? “Tea also!? You don’t need to go through all of that trouble. Just the cookies is enough,” he insisted as he began to dot a few of the cookies with frosting dots. He quirked his head when he realized he had run out of icing. Well, that was that! Wilson slid the tray over to allow Ofie the freedom to pick whatever cookies to deposit into the bag. Wide eyes stared at the cookies plunked into the bag.
“Oh, thanks for letting me help you decorate the cookies. It was fun! Hope I didn’t do a subpar job with the frosting.” Wilson smiled.Rown We can end with your post! Yaaay Wilson likes Ofie too! *v* <3
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 12:54 pm
Even if Wilson said he didn't need any Ofelia was already handing him a thermos full of hot water and a teabag, allowing him to decide just how strong he wanted it to be. Her own tea preferences were weird and didn't need to be forced on anyone so she moved it along easy enough. "Yer right that this could be a bakery though, s'was kinda a dream'a mine ta have one b'for Ah got here."
Ofelia didn't talk much about her dreams because she didn't think anyone would care, and so even now she just mentioned it in passing. Still, he needed to go and she needed to make something other than sweet things to eat for dinner. Her stomach was going to explode if all she did was shovel sugar. "Yer welcome, thanks fer bein' willin' ta help. Good luck wit' yer cookies fer yer friend, an' come back anytime. Ah'll be here ready ta play wit'cha."
With that Ofelia ushered the other hunter out gently, giving him an affectionate pat on the bum to scoot him on his way. The kitchen was all hers again and stuff needed to be done.
Serious stuff.Syusaki the end! thanks as always for playing with me <3
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