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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 11:44 pm
<<::yizawn:: Deity's bedtime, Ichster... >u<;; ::snugglelufflehugs:: <3 ...sweet dreams.>>
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 11:47 pm
(( WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY HOW?!
Ichi fell asleep. Sitting. That sucks. -_- Anywho.
Uh. Going to post... a short exit post now...
G'night... -____- ))
Ichi waved bye, finished her drink, went upstairs, and went to sleep.
((There. -_- G'NIGHT DEITY! <3 >W< Ichi's off to bed toooo. ))
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 11:51 pm
<< xD!! You poor thing... cx; ...bye bye, Ichster. ::runs off to the Lair::>>
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 5:47 am
<<-has a big 'duh!' moment- THAT'S PITH!! -points at Rome->>
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 2:35 pm
((One of many mules to be seen here, though saying mule doesn't quite fit as I don't plan on storing anything on the character. The concept seems rather silly as storage doesn't seem to be an issue in Gaia.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 5:55 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 6:20 pm
<<::honestly wasn't just lurking today:: xD >>
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 6:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 6:58 pm
(( ::grabs Deity's tail:: heart heart 4laugh ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 7:03 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 7:10 pm
The doors of Orion were slowly opened by the push of Ichi's right shoulder. She was holding many thin plastic grocery bags with her. As she made her way in, she lugged the bags to the kitchen, propping them down onto the counter top. She let out a relieved sigh, wiping her brow in exaggeration of her hard work and putting her hands on her hips in satisfaction. Seems like she wanted to cook, and cook she shall do.
"Alright, now..."
Today's outfit consisted of some normal low-rise blue jeans, a long sleeved white shirt, a street-style black vest with a hood, some black and white Converse, and a new-looking white and red baseball cap with a green emblem on the front, seems like she just bought it while she was away.
She started to take the groceries out of the bags, seems like there was some fresh veggies and meat with her, along with other things.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 7:19 pm
Before the doors could properly shut themselves, they hit poor young Kenta straight in the face. The poor guy was still upset about last night and honestly didn't care to show up again, and while thinking about this he lost his focus until he was smacked by a flat piece of heavy wood. Whimpering, he rubbed his forehead as he slid in, immediately catching the scent of his mother and his spirits fell like a rock with a paper parachute.
Ears dropping closer to his head, he tried to find some quiet, dark spot he might be able to hide in so that she wouldn't cause a fuss like last night. Just when things were looking good too...
Slipping into the lounge, his ears perked back up, catching the sound of shuffling items and plastic bags being rummaged through. Miss Ichi had gone shopping it seemed. If she was about to start cooking, not even he could resist the chance to try some of her food, assuming she made enough. His mother was a culinary artisan to his memory, but he wasn't sure if she picked that up because of motherhood or if she already knew it. Maybe he'd find out tonight.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 7:28 pm
The plastic bags were thrown in the trash, and all the items Ichi bought were scattered on the table. Now all she needed were utensils and containers and such. She scavenged the cabinets and drawers for some cutlery, mixing spoons, and a large cooking pot. She didn't notice Kenta coming in, so she she felt like it was quiet, not knowing anyone else was there, she began to sing. The song was in japanese, and it had a mellow, yet happy tone to it, about saying good bye to someone she loved and how she wanted to see that person. She sang as she began to cut potatoes into big chunks.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 7:34 pm
The young boy listened closely to Miss Ichi's words as she sang. It was certainly nostalgic, but it did lack a certain something that had plagued him all of yesterday. Familiar as it was to his senses, his spirit hadn't connected to it as he thought he would, and now he knew why.
Not being a mother yet meant a lot of things. He wasn't her son as of now and her ignorance only made it worse as her maternity hadn't yet settled in. What else changed with motherhood?
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 7:45 pm
The song was a little long, so she continued to sing it, even as she placed the large pot onto the stove and added some potatoes, meat and special sauce, it didn't take much to make a yummy meal. Ichi had began stirring the content together, as the potatoes and meat began to cook, she could smell the sauce and meat cooking together, and she was starving. She left the pot on low eat as it continued to cook slowly, and she made her way to the rice cooker, scooping rice into it, and rinsing the yeast out, pouring some water back in and placing it into the cooker, turning it on, and she went back to the stove where she was cooking before.
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