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 Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 11:07 pm
Joshua poked one shiny object... it was shiny, he couldn't resist.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 10:49 am
::Though its difficult to shine in a pitch black place, the object tilted and wobbled and then rolled right off of its perch. Just as a set of double doors slide open and out stepped Walter, his hands and arms filled with trays. Behind him, and beside, as well as around him black silohettes carried several dishes, trays, bowls, cups, entree's and the like. Walter and his small armada of servers within a few seconds had the entire table filled on either side with gourmet and some home cooked masterpieces. This was a 60ft long and 5ft wide table.
If you could imagine it, and probably even if you couldnt, it was here. Everything from bacon and eggs, to eggs and fish, toast, pancakes, fruits, steak. Many many sorts of pastries, and more than a few...foriegn...dishes. That is to say things like Night Pear and Ugu's, Fried Gorag and syrup. An odd bowl of jet black liquid which seemed to periodically churn of its own accord. Such is the sort of breakfast one creates when armed with an interdimensional cookbook from an alien world.
After quickly and efficiently serving the food, Walter equipped his towel to his right forearm which was held even with his hips, and took his place beside Joshua's seat. At which time he would kindly say...::
Breakfast, is served.
::Giving a cue for the shadows to simply vanish.::
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::He had been out for weeks outside that on the chair, with that child. But thats what happens when you sleep in a magical house, or perhap its wasnt. Ruuvan probably wasnt used to actually being asleep, much less being asleep for weeks. But when he rose, a few things would probably feel a bit different. He'd get that odd feeling that he had woken up in someone elses skin. Sure, it was his hands, his feet, his everything, but something felt....off.
The boy, was still safe inside his room just as asleep. The sword was haphazardly tossed onto the floor. And it would seem that the castle, the strange trip and the like were all a dream. A vivid dream but a dream none the less. What Ruuvan really needed was a mirror.
And his ranger-esque senses might notice that the smell of sweet cinnamon and various other beautiful breakfast foods was filling the air around him.::
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 4:30 pm
Maximos ::Though its difficult to shine in a pitch black place, the object tilted and wobbled and then rolled right off of its perch.:: Joshua made an attempt to right it again, so that it wouldn't roll or dip or sag or break, depending on what action was most convenient for it at the time. Walter Just as a set of double doors slide open and out stepped Walter, his hands and arms filled with trays. The guest stepped away from the decorations and went back to the table, as Walter returned with a myriad host of servers and a practically inordinate amount of food. "You, sir, are completely insane." Following this, he would take the plate from the place setting and one of the forks, and begin walking down the edge of the 60' table to sample whatzits and doodads onto it. This really seemed more like a buffet than breakfast for a small number of guests and residents. "So..." Joshua asked before plopping some bubbling black ooze onto the edge of the plate, "...will there be any other guests joining us?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 8:02 pm
themightyjello "You, sir, are completely insane." ::Walter smiled just slightly, and took a slight bow.:: I aim to please.::He said in his kindest tone. Taking the moment to adjust his monacle and the towel on his arm.:: themightyjello "So..." Joshua asked before plopping some bubbling black ooze onto the edge of the plate, "...will there be any other guests joining us?" ::In effect it really was a giant buffet. While most guests prefer to have the butler serve them, there really was enough food for a man to traverse the table and feed himself. Walter kept his post beside the chair, should anything be asked of him he'd of course jump onto the task. Joshua's question for instance, he was in effect asking for an answer, and he would get a kind honest one.:: I truly cannot say, Master Ruuvan and the young boy D have been asleep for several weeks now. I wouldnt assume they would be able to join us today, but there is more than enough to go around. Unless of course, Sir would prefer to dine alone.::Ever kind, ever formal. His voice never raised above gently octave. He of course had to make not of the black ooze, and make a slight comment.:: Nocturn soup is usually eaten with a mixture of Night Pear and Lillian Bread, most find the taste a bit too bitter otherwise.::He would of course gesture to the Night Pear and Lillian Bread. His tone would reveal that this was only meant as a suggest as opposed to a command, or request. Joshua could hardly be expected to know how to eat everything at the table.::
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 9:18 pm
"Thank you for that," the guest replied graciously. He really would have had no way to know otherwise; and in responce to the comment he reached for the Night Pear and a few slices of Lillian Bread, which he placed over the soup to sop it up and keep it from running into the eggs.
The plate was very nearly full at this point, but there were so many delicacies laid out upon the table, it was hard to just stop when only halfway down one side of the table. There would certainly be more than enough time for seconds, but the eyes are often larger than the stomach.
"Actually," Joshua started even as he leaned across for something in the center that looked like a hairy stalk of something, "dining alone leaves out the pleasant conversation. If you'd dare to be so informal as to join me, I would be much obliged."
He held his breath for just a moment afterwards as he mentally recounted what he had just said. Trying to be formal meant using a lot of big words, and common wasn't his native language, so sometimes he would take pause to think those things over.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 4:23 am
A brief nap? 'I'll just rest my eyes until D is asleep, then wander about'? How in the name of the Lightbringer could he have sat in that chair and slept for a week?! Of course, being a magical house full of interesting delights and other such feelings, Ruu woke up thinking it had only been one night, a vivid memory of a castle and the vampire turning out to be false, but how? So many questions.
Within a few seconds of his eyes - yes, eyes, the plural - opening and looking at the space around him, Ruuvan could definitely feel something different in the air. Even with the groggy feeling after waking up, a feeling he had not been subject to since he died, the ranger senses embedded in his mind could feel a change and now hungered to find out the cause.
Pushing himself from the chair and taking a moment to stretch his legs, Ruu reached a hand behind him to make sure the door leading to D's room was still secure, which it was, before allowing himself the pleasant smell of a finely cooked breakfast. Still, there were certain things that the General wanted to know before going to fill his stomach with some fine Elven cuisine, like shaving off the abnormally large beard for just one day's sleep, or just washing in general. So, taking a quick left into the bathroom, somehow knowing where it was, Ruu immediately started to fill the basin with water and found a razor waiting for him. How very odd. It was after this psychic endeavour that he took a moment to look up at the mirror.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 10:11 am
::Walter silenty bowed ever so slightly in response, it was slight, but visible as is normally considered rude to interupt a guest while they are eating by speaking.:: themightyjello "Actually," Joshua started even as he leaned across for something in the center that looked like a hairy stalk of something, "dining alone leaves out the pleasant conversation. If you'd dare to be so informal as to join me, I would be much obliged." ::Infact it was a quite hairy stalk of a particular sort of giant spider from northern Aria. Each of the spiders legs, and especially its eyes were considered a delicacy as the creatures were so difficult to kill. A plate with 4 black orbs sat next to the plate of hairy legs, those of course being its eyes. But the butler left that realization alone, finding out that one is eating crisp spider meat may dissuade them from partaking in it, or anything else. Joshua's request however hit Walter with a bit of a surprise. He quite honestly did not have a chapter in his mental book of ettiquette or this sort of thing. Though from his summation it would be rude to deny the guests request.:: I-I would be honored Sir.::He really couldnt help but smile, he had honestly never tasted his own cooking before beyond the tiny samples one takes while testing wether or not the food is done. So, he formally made his around the table, placed his towel down beside him, pulled out the chair opposite of Joshua and sat. The placement had already been set, so he grabbed a few tasty morsels from around him and adorned his plate. But before beginning he felt it necessary to say something.:: Thank you Sir, I do believe this is the first time I've enjoyed a meal in quite some time. In my years of servitude at this home, I do believe this is the first time I've ever been asked to join a guest in dining. It is indeed quite an honor.::And after a moment, the next sound heard would likely be the gentle crunch of his teeth into another crisp spider leg.:: ---- ::You ever look at a face and get the definite feeling it should be there? Its like when your traveling and beside you or in the distance you see a friend that you know for a fact to be dead or long gone. But that face just seems impossibly familiar. That would be the type of feeling Ruuvan should be getting right now. A set of pointed ears, slightly blonding with what seemed to be green strands tossed in. His hair had grown long all the way to his shoulders. And despite the fact Mr.Vanwinkle was sporting quite the beard, his face was different. Younger, cleaner, his features were just a tad bit sharper. But it was his face. A face he had seen every day in the mirror for years, but a face that was long lost to the ravages of war. By now, his memory might even have begun to write over it, but everything about him said that scruffy here in this mirror was him. A new him, and yet an old him. It maybe even dawn on him how this was not the only difference he had felt. Werent his steps a bit lighter on the way here? His feet a bit quieter? His muscles a bit looser? And yet believedly the question at hand was not "what....?" as much as "how?!".::
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 7:36 pm
A double-take was a word perhaps best used to describe what Ruuvan performed as he looked into the mirror; eyes wide with surprised as he saw a face he instantly recognised and understood to be his own, but such an image conflicted the current thoughts of what his face was meant to look like, thus causing a rather humerous stumble backwards. It seemed like he caught his balance naturally, adjusting his weight and footing to simply bounce back to a standing position in one fluid motion. Ruu wasn't normally one to question things, but the fact he was still on Shadow Island and was now seeing what could only be described as a younger self, definitely brought the inquisitive nature of the Elf out.
"Huh?" A single word, if it could be called that, echoed through the small bathroom as he reached out and touched the mirror. His fingers traced over his reflected face, still not believing it was indeed his. With a few strokes of the razor and most of the hair removed, once again an unkown agility with the blade coming forth and making the removal effortless, he could see he had definitely changed over what he thought to be one single night. Of course there was a part of him saying one night couldn't do this, but the logical side kept its footing until he realised one thing; Gaia wasn't normal, this Island wasn't normal and he sure as hell wasn't normal.
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After a few minutes spent shaving the beard off, checking his face over and over and eventually realising his hair, Ruuvan had come to an assumption that this was his true form coming out. What with his eye returning not long ago, it only made sense that this was the next step. Quickly slooking around to find a pair of clothes similar to those he was wearing, only much cleaner and finely pressed, Ruuvan made a quick change before venturing back out into the corridor, the scent of Walter's cooking rushing into his nostrils like the first time he visited; a taste of home.
With this in mind, it only made sense that he would slowly appear in the food hall with a quizzical look on his new face and a thirst for answers; Walter being the only feasible option for such things.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 2:04 am
(( To be perfectly honest, I was fighting the urge to describe it as 'something that looked like a hairy crab leg', because spider was entirely what I was going for there... ))
"No," was Joshua's responce as he set the plate back at the place setting and sat back into the chair, "I am honored. You seem to have a selfless deviotion for your work, and just being able to see that makes me feel..."
He paused for a moment while searching for the words to phrase it; taking the time to peel one of the sticky pieces of Lilian Bread from the plate.
"Pride. Seeing you work makes me feel the pride that you have."
Joshua took a bite of the soup-soaked bread, then followed it with a Night Pear slice.
"...and it's a sin that you don't eat more of this."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:32 am
A twitch of brush moved aside, a black nose poking out from the brambles of the Blackhaw shrub. The nose wriggled, smelling something. A rustle of sound, perhaps from a tail twitching. Then a paw appeared cautiously and crept forwards, followed by a sleek, furred body no bigger than a small dog, but with a rather bushy tail. Strange soft green orbs peeked out from eyes that shouldn't show as much intelligence as they did.
Then it moved, darting from bush to bramble towards that delicious smell. There had to be something sweet there, didn't there? Then it could find the thing that brought it to the island.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 9:22 am
((Hairy Crab ewwwww. xd Not that spider is any better.))
:: Oh my, thats quite a way to start a meal. A feast for his body and for his ego. What exactly does one say in response to something like that? Does one pass compliments back? But what would he compliment about this man he barely knew? His table manners? That hardly seemed appropriate. Walters face attempted to show the appreciate he couldnt place into as many words as it deserved. And he responded with.::
Thank you sir, thank you greatly, those words truly mean alot.
::He was quite honest, though still caught in the roaring tide of surprise brought on by the very fact the words were said. To see someone enjoying his food, and to himself be enjoying it as well, this was quite an event.::
I'm glad you enjoy it, not to be boastful but it did turn out quite well.
::Such manners, and this man was a demon?!::
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::Ruuvan was met by a thump, as he exited the bathroom. Elven agility is great, but it still hadnt allowed him to see through doors, and realize that he had opened the door right into someone. A small someone, who soon afterwards fell back on his bum rubbing his little headie.::
Owie...
:: D said, as he rubbed the little bumpy spot. For a moment, the boy just seemed a bit stunned. Perhaps the combination of just waking up, and being hit in the head had stunned him rather good.::
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::As fate would have it the little visitor was in luck. Walter had been stopped in his morning duties today before being able to go to the surface and actually tend the flowers. He had intended to, but he realized he had forgotten his spade, and about then Joshua awoke and throw the morning for a bit of a loop.
But, as things stood, the tiny furry guest was heading toward the rather large windmill in the middle of the island with its jet black stripes, and at its base there was a door. A door which Walter had fortunately forgotten to lock this morning, allowing the tiniest warm gust of island breeze to gently blow the door right open.
Alas the stairway was dark and for most others quite ominous, once one entered the windmill the scent of tasty pastries and sugary delights ruled the air. It was quite an invitation.::
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 9:29 am
Again, that little nose twitched and the bushy tail swished and once it was close enough to get a good whiff of that scent, all bets were off and the little fox was off and running, heedless of the shadows or things that go bump in the shadows. His pale green eyes seemed to glow just ever so slightly, rimming them in a slight halo and he was following his nose, it always knows (the way to froot loops xd )
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:16 am
::With each step the smell got sweeter, stronger, more mouth watering until the little fuzzy guest found himself face to face with what seemed to be a rather grand manor. It was at least 3 stories high and extremely wide. And it was clearly the home of this most precious scent.
There were countless windows, and two giagantic double doors over 13ft high, making them definately too difficult to open. Was this a dead end? Had the little adventurer come all this way only to be stopped so very close? Not likely.
Every ancient chef knows the secret to perfect pie is letting it air out on a window sill. Despite being a good 100ft underground there was amazing a good breeze, and with a breeze came a warm appie pie steaming on a window sill in the far corner of the house....and it sat directly next to an open window!::
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:35 am
Evil...what evil demon had known this little critters most delicious weakness? And there it was, just sitting there, the other smells fading by the moment as the fox crept closer and closer to the window, on the guard for any old ladies with brooms, or old men with shotguns. But it got no closer than five feet away before it could resist no longer and took a running leap towards the window(pie), then slid as it to the landing, and then followed through, right into the pie, muzzle first.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 2:01 pm
Thump and owie? That definitely wasn't a good combination, especially as Ruuvan's mind rushed back to full height and remembered D was sleeping in the room, so it only made sense to assume it was him who the door had hit.
"You alright, D?" Ruu closed the door and knelt down to see if he was hurt badly.
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