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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 10:22 am
αηηαℓєιɢн cσℓє  xxxxIt seemed that getting Maximillian to take a gift was a nearly impossible thing to do, as well as getting him to allow her to clean up the mess she had made. Already, he'd cleaned mostly all of it and ruined a perfectly good handkerchief in the process. Annaleigh felt bad about it, and she was glad that her father wasn't here, she'd definitely be getting in a lot of trouble. Grabbing the cleaning supplies, she was glad to see that the floor was as clean as it was going to get. Now she could go back to trying to keep up with orders and making sure everything looked nice. Today was the day of a big sale, the shop was bustling with attention, and she was already getting over-run. There were the patrons who were eating in the shop and already they'd seen the odd display of courtesy from one of the imperial soldiers as he cleaned up a mess the clumsy daughter of the shop owner had made. And now? She was busy trying to make sure the shop held it's good name by keeping the shelves stocked and the shop clean. In the midst of doing both, she was struggling to get everything done and please the customers.
Going behind the counter and into the kitchen, she threw in a few cakes as well as a pan of cookies, pausing as she heard the door open. Either someone was leaving or she had yet another customer. Walking to the counter, she met the female from earlier at the counter and smiled kindly at her. Even if she'd walked in and left so quickly earlier, Annaleigh would treat her with respect, after all, she was a customer. At the large order, she rose a skeptical brow, wondering if she was one of the ruler's servants. "Foolish question, I know, but is this order to go?" She questioned, wanting to be sure of how she would have to package the cheesecakes. "I'll get started on your order right away.. I only have maybe six out of ten cheesecakes ready, are you willing to come back and pick the others up? I'm so sorry for the delay, Miss." Annaleigh announced before heading back into the kitchen to verify just how many cheesecakes she had.
Checking over the stock, she frowned as she realized that she only had half of the order; two of the regular cheesecakes, the two chocolate, and one strawberry. This wasn't going to end well and she walked to the counter again, looking to the girl with a nervous smile. "Alright, I looked to see what we have and right now, I only have two regular, two chocolate, and one strawberry.. I'll need at least two hours to get the other half of your order done." She told her, suddenly cursing herself for focusing on the other cakes. Sure, she had some of the order, but she didn't have the entire order. This was bad, what if she didn't want to wait? Oh, she needed help and Annaleigh ran a hand through her hair out of frustration before looking attentively to Alena, waiting for some sort of answer. She would have to package and mark the cheesecakes that she did have if the girl was going to wait, or she'd have to have them ready to take now.
Looking around the shop to make sure everyone had everything they needed, her eyes lingered on the kind soldier. Would he accept the cookies? Would she need to package them? It was rare for soldiers to come into the bakery, let alone for them to stay for such a long period of time, as they had duties to attend to. She didn't mind him being here, just so long as there were no problems caused by this. So far all Annaleigh had to worry about was keeping up with the orders and keeping everything stocked. She needed to finish Alena's order and she waited to see what the woman had to say though she needed to get started as soon as possible but turning her back on a customer was a sign of severe disrespect and already, it was bad enough that she didn't have the entire order ready.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 1:06 pm
 Fae Tsunade was utterly silent but for the echoing click of her heeled boots across the stone floor of the Orphan's cavern territory. Eventually, she would return to the shrine to initiate the next prayer for her Lady, but until then, she would retire from the spirit realm. The feeling of stepping into the other realm, or even peeking into it with her surface mind was addicting to experience, but the Lady of Obsidian had cautioned against such constant methods and Fae would only heed the Lady's advice. She never actually left the deep walls of the Orphan's hideout in the Great Sinkhole, as her specialties did not exist in the art of killing stealthily from the shadows like others of her creed. The darkness clung to her very form, but it could not hide her. Could not obscure her vicious intentions for the world around her in accordance with her beliefs of Faltiera and her immaculate grandeur. Not a single soul among the Orphans Guild was quite as devoted to the art of worship as the Shaman was and she took much pride to this fact.
Chuckling ever so quietly, Fae took no sense of surprise to find Ensign Darkhart lingering nearby, waiting for her word in the Lady's ever-perfect desires. Truly, the young man was an excellent example of a person following the teachings of the Orphans, and one that was deserving of being exempt of her nearly omnipresent distaste that most other humans were subjected to. The other exemption was the Guild Leader of the Children of Faltiera, whose dark side was so much more suited to the Great Sinkhole than his pathetic excuses for companions. Sadly, the man had not yet realized his place as a loyal tool for the Lady in the correct place. Still, there was one other issue that needed to be addressed involving the Children's current activities.
"A man in Guyldia is dead. One who had been calling more power to the blasted Sovereign of the Empire. By the hand of not us though... Sadly, the Children failed to eliminate the other commander who was there to report his death. The Lady has dictated: He has a part to play in the future; whether for good or ill. In accordance with those words, we will give the Empire fear, that man included. The most feared to these insects are those who remain unexpected." Fae smiled grimly at those words. Although the commander would not die just yet, spreading fear was a good way to see just why the Children had spared him, by targeting those of a similar rank and cutting them down. It was a good way to peel back the mask of Fenrir, and discern his motives. If she could twist him, the way to the Empire's destruction would be much more clear.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 2:06 pm
 Aleida Cain - There is no darkness but ignorance. - xxxxxAs the archer crouched low among the rooftops in the small village, she watched as many people walked by. There was only one target she was searching for. The Lord's chief adviser. That snake was convincing the man to higher the tax rate and make those that can not afford it suffer. Daughters were being sold to all of the noblemen. If you could even call them that. No man should buy a girl and cause a family turmoil over what had begun. Aleida took the drawing out she had of the man and scoped the streets. Her counterpart was next to her in the alleyway, waiting to stage a meeting with the man. She gave him a whistle and once she noticed him approaching and swung down into the darkness of the alley. The girl walked all the way to the other side and peaked around the corner, listening to the conversation and making sure no bystanders or innocents were walking near the scene. She heard a struggle and a muffled noise, then turned to see the man was taken care of and nothing was to be worried about anymore. Sighing with relief, she ran to help grab the body and dump it into the wagon filled with hay they were traveling with. Aleida pulled her hood up even more and sat on the top of the wagon. They took the body to the river and dumped it next to it. They wanted someone to find it eventually. Others needed to know that they meant business and would not be taken lightly for the crimes committed. The people deserved a fair life. Just because nobles had more money did not mean that they deserved to be treated any better than the peasants. If the tax rate on peasants was far higher than for the nobles, something needed to change. This is what she stood for. This is what Aleida would help to change. She would head back to the lair after her business was done and make sure to report her mission was completed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 2:33 pm
 "Go ahead, be fooled by this innocent face Just don't blame me when your blood colors the pavement beneath your feet" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alena Rose Dupree ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "To go please," Alena answered happily, "It's fine, I'll wait since I already got what I needed to done earlier. I'm sure you saw me run out like my life depended on it and that's something I sincirly apologize for but I forgot that I had one more task I needed to do before picking up the food." She smiled at she looked at the other girl. A lie like that is better then having to explain why a soldier was slaughtered and his blood covered all over the walls. She watched as the woman turned to go to the kitchen, she turned her body and leaned back onto the counter. The first thing here eyes locked on was the soldier from earlier but she only stared for a few seconds before looking away and taking a deep breath. Fenrir would be furious if I killed without his order, I need to calm myself.
The woman's voice made her jump a bit, she was so concentrated on calming down that she forgot about the woman. She turned to face her as the woman told her that all they had in stock was half her order and she frown a bit when she was told how long her order would take. She didn't want to wait for the cheesecake and if she left to return later she was either going to run into more troublesome soldiers or completely forget about the time because she would be training. She took her bottom lip into her mouth and lightly bit down at it as she tried to think of her better option. Stay here and deal with one soldier that doesn't seem to be any threat at all or go out and deal with random soldiers that would grab onto her and try to get her attention. The first option seemed like the better option.
"Do you want me to help you?" She looked around at all the patrons before she noticed the woman stare lingering a bit on the soldier, she ignored that bit before turning back to look at Annaleigh. "You look like it's a bit busy in here and aren't things easier with more then one hand helping you?" With: Annaleigh, Max | Where: Bakery | Mood: Hungry | OOC: ...
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 3:21 pm
  Maximillian waited until the cookies had cooled slightly before opening his jacket and removing a piece of cloth to wrap them all up in. Perhaps his soldiers would like to sample them for when he had returned; they had all needed to the rest after the exhausting trip to Guyldia and the murder that had taken place there. He frowned a little during his small piece of work, wondering if his messenger to the palace had been able to deliver his report without punishment. Given all that happened in the capital with the Sovereign's attitude and methodology, perhaps it would have been a smarter idea to pass on the information himself so that others would not suffer the consequences. The Imperial Lord could be less than forgiving, even of those who were wholly truthful in their reports to him.
Max watched the goings on with a softened gaze, trying not to let his anxieties about what was happening with his subordinate at the palace show outwardly in his features. However, one of the visitors caught his eye; a young woman with bright, pink-red hair had entered, exited and reentered with an order for some cheesecakes in a whirlwind of energy. He caught a few moments of her watching him occasionally, though considering the attention that he had already drawn among the customers, this was not unusual. What was unusual was the intensity and familiarity in her gaze, of hatred and what he almost thought was murderous intent. Max was certain he had seen that gaze before, somewhere on the battlefield, on the outskirts... Faltiera. One of the Children. The realization clicked in his head, and the young commander stiffened ever so slightly, calculating in his head how long it would take to reach for his weapon and when to time it if she were to attack. But why would she? Assassins did not strike in broad daylight, that was suicidal. Max watched her, but his eyes remained soft, nonthreatening. No reason to provoke...
However, suddenly, an Imperial messenger ran in the door, startling many customers with his loud entrance. "Lord Crow, your men told me that I could you here, sir. The Sovereign has requested your presence at the palace at once!" The man forced a taut salute; clearly he belonged to one of the factions that disliked Maximillian for his more benevolent style of leadership. He even wrinkled his nose in distaste of the location the commander had chosen to relax. Regardless, Max got to his feet, knowing that being late wasn't an option.
"Very well, then. If its his Lordship's wishes..." He nodded once to the kind, waitress who had attended to him, "Thank you very much for your patience, Miss. However, I must be on my way." Without further ado but for one, subtle, knowing glance in the direction of the assassin girl, he left the cafe with the messenger. Now it was time to face the dragon, and Max steeled his mind and attitude for it. Solid. Calm. And devoid of fear. He stepped into the palace, off the everyman's streets, and into his destination.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 3:40 pm
αηηαℓєιɢн cσℓє  xxxxIt seemed he was accepting the cookies, something that made a little part of Annaleigh happy. He had tried them and seemed to like the one that he had tried, so maybe a new customer? They could definitely use all the customers they could get. Annaleigh had seen the girl, she sometimes came in to order cheesecakes, so she was familiar. And the girl was determined to please her and the other customers, and she wasn't sure what to do about the girl wanting to stay and wait. What could she do? Not too many people here were talkative, most came to sit and eat in peace and then leave. Or they would occasionally sit and read the paper, she had an elderly couple that often did that, just sit and read, eat muffins and chat. "I'll get your order done as soon as possible, I'll try not to keep you waiting. Big party or something?" She questioned, giving a small smile. At the girl's announcement that waiting wouldn't be an issue, she nodded and started to head back into the kitchen, pausing as the door was flung open.
For a moment, she forgot about Alena and her large order, instead focusing on the man whom had come rushing in. He didn't look happy at all and it was obvious that he was scrutinizing her father's shop. Was he here to collect payment? He ignored her and everyone else, instead focusing on the kind soldier whom had reduced himself to being a peasant like her for a few minutes by cleaning a mess for her. It seemed he was the one who was wanted and she smiled at how polite he was, even blushing a bit. No, she had to get rid of those emotions, she couldn't do that. He was out of her class, she couldn't do it. "Enjoy your cookies!" But Anna was ever so foolish, and she turned to Alena again, stunned when she offered to stay and help. It was kind of the girl and she hoped that it wouldn't get her in trouble for accepting.
"If you'd like to help, I wouldn't mind. Would you like to work in the back or take orders and tend to the customers?" She questioned, knowing that she herself would be working just about anywhere where she was needed. Even if the girl chose to work in the back, Annaleigh would most likely be going back there to help or to monitor the cooking process. Grabbing an apron, she held it out to Alena, wondering if the girl would mind, as she didn't want her to ruin her outfit as no matter how balanced you were, messes happened. And in the shop? Oh, they were bad at times. Annaleigh remembered the one time she'd worn a brand new dress, her first day of working in the bakery. She'd ruined it.
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 5:22 pm
 "Go ahead, be fooled by this innocent face Just don't blame me when your blood colors the pavement beneath your feet" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alena Rose Dupree ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "It's all for me," Alena said happily, "And maybe some for my little brother if he wants some." She wasn't telling the whole truth but she couldn't really say anything truthful in the city and Fenrir was kind of the only person she knew since childhood who didn't throw her away like trash or ignore her existence so she considered him her family. She watched as she turned to head back towards the kitchen but the sound of the door being thrown open had them both turning their head towards the source of the noise.
She watched as the man walked over to the soldier that she was watching earlier. She listened as the newcomer spoke of The Sovereign requesting him and Alena couldn't help herself as she let out a light whistle. He must be pretty high up in ranks if that man is requesting his presence. He watched as the soldier stood and thanked the woman behind the counter and watched as he walked out. She turned her head back towards Annaleigh as the other yelled after the soldier, she frowned a bit. The woman seemed like she was fond of the soldier.
"I'd love to help, cause if I help I'll get my cheesecakes faster right?" She let out a laugh as she grabbed the apron from Annaleigh's hands, "If you don't mind I'll work in the front, I have no luck when it comes to cooking. My brother gets mad at me because everything I make is burnt in someway." She tied the apron on and moved behind the counter, "We can get all this backed up work done in no time." With: Annaleigh | Where: Bakery | Mood: Helpful | OOC: ...
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 1:49 pm
Gregor von Drake
"So, is that all you wish to purchase?" asked Gregor to a man in a black robe, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood. Many of his deals were like that, men buying weapons, poisons, and other useful equipment to make their enemies disappear, not trusting him to keep their identity hidden once the guard starts investigating. However, the distrust didn't matter to him, only the amount of coin they were willing to pay for the requested materials. On occasion, he would take a unique piece of equipment in exchange for an item as well, such as a family sword, or a new poison recipe.
The man in the black robes nodded, handing him a small pouch of coins. Checking the contents, Gregor nodded, and handed him his purchase; two small vials of a clear fluid, odorless, and tasteless, and guaranteed to make a death look like it was from illness. It was also Gregor's most popular item; he had to learn to make it himself to keep up with the demand.
Once the purchase was made, he opened his coat, and tied the pouch to where the vials once were on the inside of the fabric, for easy concealment. Today was a slow day, not many sales were made as of yet. However, news had spread across the city of a few recent deaths. Perhaps, one of the three groups will need a new blade, or toxin?
Sighing, Gregor leaned against the wall of the alley, hidden in shadow, but able to look out onto the street. Not much of interest was occuring; two girls in a bakery, and a soldier being called off to who knows where. It did not matter to him, it usually did not involve him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 6:25 pm
§ Ensign Darkhart § purity is only seeked by the ones who tasted sin Ensign carefully listened to Fae's words. He of all the orphans knew that her word was about as near as one could get from the Lady of Obsidian herself. Of course, only few people would dare claim having spoken with her. Any other such thing would be blasphemy and Ensign knew what would happen if anyone pretended to receive word from the Goddess, and he knew the consecuences. For that reason, he took any word of Faltiera serious, and Fae was no exeption. When Faltiera spoke, there was an eternal purpose, wether he noticed it at first or not.
Ensign kept his face serious, as he did with almost every situation. That was a big advantage to him. He was not happy when somebody would tell him what he was feeling. He felt exposed, and he needed to look strong, especially now. He had gone through enough to look as though he was wavering, even a bit. That's what kept his status. That's how he gained respect from Fae. Although he would never admit it, he was proud of how far he made it. "So," Ensign began. "Let us hope that the Childrens' mistake is a blessing from the Lady. If you desire me to give this Empire fear, I would be pleased to do so." He knew exactly what Fae meant. This commander would be spared of course, but at the cost of everything around him. He began to wonder the fate of him and his purpose. Ensign was confident that the moment he was sent on his quest, he would find out.
Ensign pulled down the scarf over his mouth, careful not to keep it from sliding off his eye. Closing the other, he inhaled deeply. "Shall I go alone, or accompanied?" he asked. He wanted to get the job done quickly, but of course, it was Fae's decision. She knew better than him the situation. If needed, he would go with one of the fellow Orphans to aid him farther than if he were alone. Fae had made the best decisions in the Guild so far, and he would never let her down, lest a great consequence befell him. He had confidence in some of the Orphans, not because he felt it obligatory, but because they had an equal purpose, and many strove to achieve that purpose. First, the Empire needed to be rid of this land before it could be cleansed to the fullest, but there was still that process being fullfilled. Ensign then began to wonder if he would encounter any of the people he onced concidered brothers. The Children. He tended to avoid them since his conversion, but he began to accept that possibly, he had to face them once again, wether for convincing, or cleansing.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 12:29 pm
αηηαℓєιɢн cσℓє  xxxx"Really must like your cheesecake. I can't handle too much, it's a wonder how you eat all of that by yourself before it goes bad. I could maybe do one slice a day? Though I haven't tried and for my stomach's sake, I shouldn't." Annaleigh mused, trying to make light conversation. As far as she was concerned, it was really none of her business what her customers did with their orders, just so long as they enjoyed them. When Alena finally said she may share with her little brother, she gave a small smile, looking to the other girl. "How old is he? I've got a lot of siblings though I'm one of the youngest, sadly." She explained, turning to the shop to make sure everything was in check. "And since you're helping out in the shop, I'll take out half the price of your order.. It's the least I could do." Of course, the shop needed money but Annaleigh wasn't one to make someone work without getting paid, even if the work had been offered up. As she had paid Maximillian for cleaning up a small mess, she'd pay Alena for her help.
Luckily, everyone was starting to relax again now that the soldier was gone, and Annaleigh nodded as Alena stated her preferences on where to work. Of course, it was no big deal to Annaleigh, any help was good and she nodded, walking around to the back of the counter with the other girl. "You're good with money and on occasion, tending to customers, right? I mean, if you need help with anything, I'll be in the back. If you want you can stock the shelves whenever I bring out fresh goodies." Now she was probably rambling but she needed to know that Alena was understanding of what she had put herself into. Then again, Annaleigh wasn't the type to hold something over someone else's head. And with that, she headed into the back to start working on a cake, deciding to try and put out something nice so that she could show that even though her family was the lower class, upper classmen did come here. And they would enjoy the very same type of goodies and treats that were made for them by their servants.
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Radioactive Snowflake Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 12:47 pm
 A legend will never die.
 The shadows on the wall grew long as Faris waited in his study surrounded in mirrors. It was rumored that he sold his soul to a demon from a world only reachable by mirrors. Other say he is stricken with paranoia and the only way he can assure his safety is to see from all angles of his space. Others will laugh and say he is vain and simply likes to look at himself where ever he goes. Faris has never confirmed nor denied these rummers. However, anyone who dared whisper them in his hearing would not be able to hear much more for themselves, as death is Faris' quickest remedy for loose lips.
A shaky knock could be heard on the door to his study, as a skittish messenger announced Commander Maximilian Crow's arrival. Even if he expected it, Faris wasn't one to be kept waiting, so he left the two outside his study to squirm for a bit. Raising thick mug filled with dark red liquid he took a long drag before allowing it to fall on the arm of his chair. The drink was a mistery even to the staff as it was kept in an unmarked bottle some where in Faris' sleeping quarters. Faris looked at his one person game of chess the white pieces were down to pawns, and the black lost nothing but a few pawns, he then picked up a Knight and brought it close to his face to study it and decided he should let his Commander in so this interview could commence.
"You may enter Commander Maximillian Crow" When Max entered he would find that he was faced with the Soverign's back as his chair was faced away from him looking into the setting sun in the large window behind his desk the walls and ceiling were covered in mirrors except for place where the window was and the fire place to the right of the door, which heated the room uncomfortably so with its blaze. Faris motion for Max to sit in the lone chair in front of his desk with the hand that held his mug allowing some of the crimson liquid to spill over the side and down his gloved hand.
"So tell, I know your father and your families reputation, but I don't really know much about you, an oversight I hope to rectify." Faris waved the hand still holding the Knight over to the chess board. "Do you play? Chess that is. I find it to be an interesting game, enjoyable in how it can mimic enemies strategies in war. Pawns can be deadly if you let them get to close, and if you let them into your base, well then you have a much bigger problem to deal with, but as soon as you knock out the king, it no longer matters, the war ends; but then the game ends and thats not much fun either." Faris watch Crow through this mirror, gaging his reaction to his hidden messages. "Some times you have to sacrifice your strongest pieces to keep the pawns from growing stronger." Faris then put the Knight down and moved it to capture a pawn that was getting close to the inner sanctum of his side, only for another pawn to capture the Knight sending him to the enemies grave pile." Their was a warning there that should have been clear enough to understand without out right saying it.
Faris finished up the liquid in his mug and stood up an walked over to the fire place mantel still not facing Crow but never losing eye contact with him in the mirrors. "I received your mad messenger about Captain Friedian's murder, he is being dealt with in the dungeon's for his madness, perhaps next time it would be best to better evaluate the massagers mental stability before sending him before me. Having said this I have been informed that you were in Guyldia at the time of the assassination, and yet you live to see me here today, remarkable that only one in my commanders were to be killed by rebel's, wouldn't you agree? Oh but what am I saying, I'm sure they didn't even know you were there right, temporarily inspecting the mines and all that."
Now Faris did turn and gave Max the full intensity of his eye's, staring into his soul daring him, to hide something from him, to lie to him, to give him a reason, any reason to end him where he stood. "Forgive me, I haven't given you much chance to talk Commander Crow; Why don't you clue me into these thing that have me puzzled." His words, like a spell that kept all his men loyals to him and him alone, were now directed at the unsuspecting Commander.

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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 8:27 am
 "Go ahead, be fooled by this innocent face Just don't blame me when your blood colors the pavement beneath your feet" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alena Rose Dupree ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I love it," Alena answered with a smile. She didn't bother holding back her laugh as Annaleigh mentioned only eating once slice a day, "I can eat all of it in one day if I wanted to!" She couldn't help but to bite her lower lip as Annaleigh asked about her younger brother, she had to come up with an age quick. "He's turning 15 this year, I'm planning on making him something sweet for his birthday this year." She nodded as the other spoke of taking half the charge off her order. She had enough to pay for all of it but who was she to deny such a generous offer?
"I got it boss lady, a while ago I worked in a little shop I think I remember most of it." She watched as Annaleigh disappeared in the back before turning her attention towards the cash register. I lied but she doesn't need to know that, I've used one of these before those. I should get my cake in no time. She was studying the register when the first customer came up. "Excuse me?" She looked up and looked at the customer with a smile, "I want to order a strawberry shortcake." Alena nodded before looking up at the menu for a price and once she had that she moved over to the display and grabbed a strawberry shortcake. She placed the treat on a plate before grabbing a plastic fork and moving over to the customer. She took the money and easily keyed it into the register.
"I hope you have a nice day." She looked down at the register, this is going to be a piece of cake. With: Annaleigh | Where: Backery | Mood: Amused | OOC: ...
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 1:52 pm
αηηαℓєιɢн cσℓє  xxxx"All of it in one day? Do you mean just one cheesecake or all ten? It sounds extremely crazy, there's no way I could do that. Couldn't handle it. One time we had an extra pumpkin pie left over and I had the bright idea to eat the whole thing in one day.. It didn't go over well. I guess I've got a weak stomach, I can't really handle sweets." Annaleigh spoke up, deciding to try and enjoy both herself and Alena. After all, working wasn't too fun if you didn't find a way to humor yourself, and it only went by quickly if you were having fun. Plus, if things went well enough, maybe she'd have a new friend. It had been awhile since she'd had another female to work with in the shop and she was already enjoying it. Alena was rather laid back and she wasn't bossy like the woman that Annaleigh usually was forced to work with. And then they were talking about Alena's brother again and how the girl wanted to make something nice for him for his birthday. Hadn't she previously said she was a terrible cook? "Well, if you need any help, feel free to come here. I don't think my Father would mind if I let you back into the kitchen so I could help you make him something for his birthday.." She explained softly, smiling over to the other girl. Hopefully they would become friends, after all, Annaleigh wanted to help but being used wasn't something she enjoyed.
"Ah, so you've done something like this before? Sounds like you won't be having any trouble at all though if you do, all you have to do is call out for me. And I'll be there to help you right away." Annaleigh offered, smiling brightly at Alena as she peeked her head out of the kitchen to look back at Alena, checking to see how she was doing. When the bell rang to announce a customer, the girl watched as her newfound helper handled the situation, glad to see that she had done everything correctly, for the most part. Walking out into the area where the register was, she smiled brightly at her before looking to the customer as they went to sit down. "You did well, though don't forget, not everyone eats here so next time make sure to ask if they're dining in or if their order is for pick up. Other than that, you did perfect!" She told her, trying her best to help out though with that she needed to be back in the kitchen to finish the rest of the orders. She had cookies in the oven, a cake that needed to be decorated and five cheesecakes to make.
Looking to the little note she'd made, she sighed, so many cakes and these were flavored so they would take a bit longer as she had to specially mix the ingredients. Alena didn't mind waiting and she still had things to do so Annaleigh focused on getting the cake set aside so that she could have it cool down while she started on the cheesecakes. Looking to the list again, it seemed that she needed to make one strawberry, two raspberry, and two blueberry. Not too bad and she was glad that she had gotten most of it done. Starting on the strawberry cheesecake first, the girl was silent, focusing entirely on her work as she started mixing the ingredients for the cheesecake. Now that she had someone to help her, she could relax and focus on decorating the cakes to make them look absolutely beautiful. She wasn't in nearly as much of a rush and was able to remain calm. How long would Alena be willing to stay because as it was, all five orders would take around maybe three or four hours to be completed, as they would need time to cool down and to set correctly. Getting the first cheesecake done, she set it in the ice box, letting the cold air in the room cool the cheesecake down so that it would set.
Now it was time to work on the other four parts of the order and soon enough, she had it done, having set them all in the ice box so that they would cool down. Deciding to let Alena know about how her order was coming along, she peeked her head into the main lobby again, greeting the girl with a kind smile. "Your order is coming along. They're all made but I put them in the ice box so that they could set. So it'll be another three hours or so.. Is that okay? How are things up here? I've got a cake to decorate that I'll be bringing up. And then some cookies." She spoke up, deciding to give her a head's up on how things would go. Upon a look of things, everything was running smoothly and Annaleigh was glad that she had another person to help her around the shop. Her father wouldn't be back that day, after all, he never came back to the shop after paying the rent. He always went home to do other work and her brother? He went off to the nearest brothel so that he could find some female company.
Location; Bakery With; Alena Mood; Happy, relaxed
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 2:20 pm
  One could hear a pin drop in the almost stifling atmosphere that dominated the Imperial Palace and the sensation only grew more heavy the closer Max got to the audience chamber the messenger led him to. The messenger wasted little time, as though he were somehow looking forward to this meeting. The young man next to the commander had an air of smugness about him, as though suspecting that Max was going to be punished for some imagined transgression, and truthfully, the red-haired man could think of little for him to be punished for. However, in the Sovereign's eyes, a little unimportant mistake could be one giant fatal error. The key to speaking to the Empire's leader was a matter of balancing between humility and arrogance. Too full of oneself and someone could easily be considered an enemy; too humble and they were instantly labeled a weak or too timid to be useful. Overconfidence brings disaster.
When the two of them arrived at those doors and the still somewhat skittish messenger left the knock upon the wooden portal, Maximilian immediately took the opportunity to shoo the boy away with a silent measure of his sure authority. The younger man was frustrated (as if he were planning on eavesdropping on this meeting), yet complied with the order regardless. Despite anything that he may have believed was about to happen to the commander, Max's seniority and authority could not be ignored. When the man was at last allowed inside, he pulled the door closed behind him with a subtle click and allowed the odd visage of mirrors and a one-sided match of chess at the Sovereign's behest fill his focus. The man was turned away from him, spilling wine from his expensive finery to produce a curious mixture of casual nature and cunning brilliance, and yet the mirrors were a clear indication that he was also watching closely.
In fact, his explanation of chess and the movements of the pawn and king were eerily reminiscent of some of the old military training lectures Maximilian received when he was a much younger recruit. But the knowledge of the unfortunate fate that befell his subordinate was the only thing that made his calm demeanor slip for a moment. The fact that something like that had occurred was both sickening and horribly painful in that he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop it now. There were underlying messages hidden in there that made the commander even more alert than he was previous to his walk to the audience chamber. He suspected this had to do with Freidian's murder, but now by the gaze and tone in his voice, the Sovereign seemed to be suggesting that Max could have been involved somehow, which was puzzling indeed. Although, the commander did recall sparing Children in the past, he did not by any mean suspect that they would return the favor. What he did was out of mercy, not sympathy. What reason could assassins have to save him? He did not know, and didn't suspect he would soon find out, but was also certain that such an excuse wouldn't fly with any one of the Empire's top officials, let along this one. However, even if he didn't know, Max could certainly offer up some clever theories.
"If I may be so bold sir, the late captain Freidian was bound to attract untoward attention to himself sooner or later. Dissenters place their hatred first upon the most public government officials, of which the captain was a prime example. How he ended up is another matter altogether. However, the difference between Freidian and I is simple: He specialized in recruitment and rallying support and saw little real combat. According to the assignment Generals have placed upon me, combat is a commonplace occurrence for my unit to face. Your Majesty, my one and only desire is to protect this glorious country from any and all enemies, as any one of the soldiers serving under my command can attest to." Here Maximilian paused, his eyes fiercely determined and set to his words, utterly convinced of his devotion to the Empire, if not very fond of the ruler sitting before him. "The assassins may be a dangerous scourge on this Empire, and I cannot allow myself to underestimate them. I can surmise that they considered Freidian a softer target or a greater threat to their plans in that his specialty was recruitment. Or perhaps the key lies in that evidence has been found that citizens had even hired assassins for their dirty work and that the killer only extended his target to who was included in that contract. Many people have been suspected of issuing such contracts in revenge of loved ones being pulled into the military. I, on the other hand, am not so well-known to the public, nor will my combat unit fall so easily under the underhanded tactics of cowardly killers." The passion was undeniable in Max's voice, as his distaste to such low tactics was a deeply set part of his personality.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 8:33 am
 A legend will never die.
 The heat generating in room that was comfortable to Faris was, under normal circumstances, incredibly uncomfortable to any unfortunate being force into his presence. The heat served another purpose though, the temperature is a test of its own, seeing if an individual can keep his cool under the demanding presence of the Sovereign and the surrounding discomfort. As Maximilian Crow began his speech, Faris didn't move from his place keeping close watch over every movement, every word, possible hidden meanings. The man was wise enough not to lie, that alone would probably save him this day even though his blatant dislike for the methods in which he fought HIS war were boarding treasonous to one such as Faris.
Oh but he was a bold one, filled with unflinching loyalty and passion, for the empire. Faris gave a smirk to his commander, one that would have had some praying for a quick death. Faris was not lost to Crow's diplomatic if not passionate words. He did not speak a word of his loyalty to his Sovereign, only to the empire. This was something that he could use however, Faris could see that Crow was not the normal sort of commander that could gain any sort of ground in his military. He would call him soft if not for the strength of his conviction, but their was something about him beyond greed or title. He was a born leader, someone who could gain support though respect instead of oppression.
Normally such traits would be frown upon in Faris' commanders, such idealism brought ideas to the people. Thinking people were far more difficult to persuade and control. This brought about more rebells and more people to crush. This made Faris smile grow larger. 'What fun is it to win a war quickly when it is far more entertaining to draw it out and crush the spirit before the body.' With that thought Faris came to a decision.
"Crow you are absolutely right!" These words were something that Faris didn't say often. "You and not a public figure, a shame considering I can see the leader that you were born to be, the charisma that you have to persuade people is not unlike my own." Faris' grin was positively maniacal a this point. "Had I talked you sooner i would have had a different assignment for you, while I have not doubt about your battle prowess, I find your talents might lie where the late Freidian's was not."
Smile never leaving his face, Faris wonder at how Crow would handle his new assignment, and if things when wrong? Faris walk over and finger the black night in the enemies grave yard. If Crow couldn't handle it... well every war had its sacrifices. "Commander Maximilian Crow, you are to report to General Avarice Rodomontade in the morning for your new assignment. You are dismissed."
Faris turned his back to Crow crazy in his eyes as he watch him go thought his mirrors. "What fun, I can't wait to see the out come of this little bit." Faris watched his reflection in the mirror his eye swirling as he pored more the strange liquid into his mug before swallowing it down.

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