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 Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 7:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 7:55 pm
(In the higher levels of the Asylum, where the staff resides... Ingway approaches their own cafeteria when it is empty, his clipboard abandoned in his quarters for now)
(There is only one person in the cafeteria, he seems to be silently cooking up somethings in the kitchen... while the rest of the food is properly set out. Looking delicious, scrumptious and ... all with some sort of cheese or meat.)
Ingway: *frowns as he looks over the prepared food, and after glancing at the only other person in the room and considering him for a moment, he approaches him* You are the head chef?
Terrill: -he flips some fish before nodding and turning around, he as several undistinguishable stains on his apron and is holding up a bloody knife- Why, ya' have a problem with my food?!
Ingway: *his eyes quickly take note of these details before darting to his face, and he pauses a moment before murmuring* My allergies prevent me from eating it.
Terrill: -squints at him as he stabs a piece of beef with the knife- No one told me bout no allergies I had to worry about.
Ingway: I am new. I have not yet had an opportunity to inform you.
Terrill: -chops the meat quickly and expertly- Uhuh. It's too late for me to make anything. Go salvage something.
Ingway: *looks like he wants to say more, but thinks better of it, moving back to look over the food*
(The food looks... very delicious, and delectable-- thankfully there are a few cooked vegetables on the plates)
Ingway: *takes something with some vegetables, and moves to sit down somewhere in the area; that is the only part he eats*
Terrill: -he peers over at this and frowns- How allergic can you possibly be?
Ingway: *matter-of-factly, not looking up from his plate* I am allergic to dairy, seafood, tree nuts, and corn. I suspect I have intolerance of strawberries and most meat.
Terrill: -raises a brow at this and turns, ... stays quiet for several momments as he fiddles again, then he chucks two giant loafs of bread, freshly cooked, at him-
Ingway: *glances up, and stops the loaves from hitting him with psychic power, a faint blue glow appearing around them* ... thank you. *he murmurs as he lets them drop to his plate*
Terrill: -stares at this- Huh. Nifty power you've got there.
Ingway: Telekinesis. It is useful... *takes a bite out of the bread and lets out a soft, appreciative noise*
Terrill: -his brows furrow as he stares more at him- What are you?
Ingway: *his wings seem to flap behind him, loosening a few blue feathers, and he only responds when he finishes with his first bite* Latios.
Terrill: -had gone back to cooking, and there are loud noises inthe kitchen.- WHAT?
Ingway: ... *takes another bite as he looks over at this*"
Terrill: -he seems to be cooking many things at once, making a sauce... cooking meat, frying some vegetables..-
Ingway: *watches*"
Terrill: -he cookes for nearly an hour, before bringing to food out to restock the tables. He takes some burgers for himself and sits across from Ingway and stares- What were you saying?
Ingway: *looks back at him, his expression difficult to read with that mask, but his lips seem to be smiling slightly* I am a Latios. And you are a talented chef.
Terrill: -his brows raise but he grins- That's what landed me this job. But I don't understand what this..Ingway: Latios" Thing is.
Ingway: *his wings flap again, spreading out a bit more to be more visible* It is a bird-like dragon. Where I come from, it is considered special.
Terrill: Bird-like dragon, eh. I wonder how good they taste. -grins-
Ingway: *stares steadily at him* A Latios would be certain to subdue you. Unless you have more... skills aside from cooking.
Terrill: -raises a brow at this- I'm here for a reason OTHER than cooking, you can't be here without something special. >:
Ingway: What else can you do?
Terrill: I can hit someone real hard with my frying pan.
Ingway: *stares* ... *smiles faintly* Ah. Lethal.
Terrill: -he stands up now and moves back to the kitchen- Yeah, just a human. Nuthin' special about me.
Ingway: *looks after him thoughtfully, eating his bread again, and after another little appreciative moan, he asks,* What is your name?
Terrill: -he looks back at him, sort of disturbed- First tell me why you made that noise.
Ingway: What noise?
Terrill: That -moan-.
Ingway: ... I do not recall moaning.
Terrill: You just did. I heard you.
Ingway: *blinks, but shrugs lightly* If I did moan, it was probably because of your food. It is exceptional.
Terrill: ... well that, I've never heard that about my food before. Thanks. The name's Terrill: .
Ingway: Ingway Faeson. I am one of the new nurses.
Terrill: Huh, you're telling me your last name too, do I need to do the same > confused
Ingway: *turns back to the bread* If you feel it neccessary.
Terrill: I don't. -picks his ear and flicks whatever comes off-
Ingway: *nods and goes back to eating, taking his sweet time*
Terrill: So freaky how you're eating so slow. -grabs something else for himself to eat and moves to sit back down-
Ingway: I told you why. *takes a larger bite now though, a brow slightly raised at him*
Terrill: Yeah yeah, delicious food. But it's bread. -bites into some meat-
Ingway: Your point?
Terrill: Bread. Bread. Exceptional bread, I can't comprehend that.
Ingway: What would you consider appropriately 'exceptional'?
Terrill: -he points to the other food he has brought out for the doctors- That. Not bread!
Ingway: If I could eat that, I would compliment it instead.
Terrill: :I How come you aren't taking allergy meds?
Ingway: I do.
Terrill: Then how are you still allergic to them?
Ingway: Medication does not rid me of my symptoms.
Terrill: It's supposed too D:
Ingway: *shakes his head* Never entirely...
Terrill: Sucky medicine you got then.
Ingway: It has always been like this, no matter what I took.
Terrill: Frustrating, you can't enjoy anything!
Ingway: ... I savor what I can eat.
Terrill: ...
Ingway: *but he finishes the rest of the bread quickly*
Terrill: But apparentally my food is exquisite.
Ingway: *glances back at him* Yes.
Terrill: ... I can't understand, but alright, thanks :I
Ingway: What is so incomprehensible about it?
Terrill: It's plain bread, nothing on it!
Ingway: *shrugs lightly* It was good. So were the vegetables.
Terrill: I'll make you something worthy of being called good, later.
Ingway: *pauses, staring at him, but he nods, with another small smile* Thank you again.
Terrill: :I Don't thank me, it's my job.
Ingway: *tilts his head ever so slightly, some cerulean blue hair sliding down his shoulder... but then the moment is over as he stands up* I understand. I am merely thanking you for making allowances for me.
Terrill: -tears into some of his food- it's not a problem.
Ingway: What is that?
Terrill: It's chicken breaded in crumbs.
Ingway: It looks good.
Terrill: It's great <:
Ingway: *raises a brow*
Terrill: -noms on it-
Ingway: *watches for a moment before turning away, and moving for the exit*
Terrill: Worked hard, Ingy.
Ingway: ... Ingy?
Terrill: Yes, Ingy. It's a nickname.
Ingway: A patient called me that.
Terrill: ... who?
Ingway: Shu Ainame. Vampire... oddly intent on following me and small talk.
Terrill: ...-snorts- I know her. Interesting girl. Psychotic.
Ingway: *nods, with a small sigh*
Terrill: Whats with the sigh?"
Ingway: It is trying. I do not know what she wants, and I suspect she may be the one behind certain patient disappearances.
Terrill: Probably to snuggle up to you and get a way to be promoted. -chews- She kills those she eats, y'know?
Ingway: *narrows his eyes* I guessed as much.
Terrill: Can't blame her. I don't serve blood, and she was taken here from her lover.
Ingway: *tilts his head* ... Oh?
Terrill: She wants to find a way to bring her here >:
Ingway: I see. You have been very helpful, Terrill: .
Terrill: I have?
Ingway: Yes.
Terrill: How?!
Ingway: You supplied information about a troublesome patient. I must stop her... I cannot allow her to kill any more.
Terrill: You can't stop that Ingway. She'll die!
Ingway: She can feed without drinking them dry.
Terrill: -shrugs- How do you stop a vampire from doing that?
Ingway: I do not know, but I must think of something, quickly...
Terrill: Mmm, goodluck with that Ingway.
Ingway: Thank you, Terrill: . *he turns to walk out, a swish of silky blue hair and a rustle of sleek, feathered wings-- and then he's suddenly gone*
Terrill: ... ohhh Mysterious.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 7:56 pm
(Ingway walks into the staff cafeteria earlier the next day, during daytime... he doesn't seem to look any different -- of course, it's hard to tell with his mask -- but he goes straight to a table and starts looking over his clipboard)
(But Terrill is cooking breakfast for about two hours...)
(So he doesn't greet him or pay much mind to him, either, rapidly going over his notes and making annotations...)
Terrill: *He finallys brings the food out and blinks, noticing Ingway is here once more, he raises a brow and stares- What are you doing?
Ingway: *one of his wing-tuft ears twitch, and he doesn't look up as he replies* Revising my notes...
Terrill: Over what? And so early too.
Ingway: Certain patients. *crosses something out* She refused to listen to me. I refused to find some way to promote her.
Terrill: There are other workers she can pester, y'know.
Ingway: ... *groans softly, hurriedly flipping to another page and writing something down*
Terrill: -moves over, wiping his hand and peers at his scribbles-
(It's horrible. It's almost completely illegible.)
Terrill: .. what are you writing?
Ingway: Notes... *softly, flipping some pages until he reaches a picture pinned to a scrawl-covered paper-- the picture is of a red-haired girl* Anesha may try to help her.
Terrill: -tilts his head- Who's that?
Ingway: My sister.
Terrill: Oh. Huh. Red sister, blue brother. Interesting. You look more like a woman than she does.
Ingway: ... *turns his head to look at Terrill, frowning*
Terrill: ... what?
Ingway: ... *frowns and turns away from her picture and goes back to writing*
Terrill: What!? Your hair is much longer and silkier than hers.
Ingway: ... is that a compliment?
Terrill: ... I like it?
Ingway: ... thank you.
Terrill: You're welcome >:
Ingway: ... What do you have for breakfast today?
Terrill: French Toast, Buttered Toast., Fruit Salad, Eggs over easy. Suny-side up Eggs with Bacon, Scrambled eggs and bacon. And Freshly squeezed Orange Juice.-opens his mouth to say more-
Ingway: ... I... can... eat eggs.
Terrill: Eat the French toast then.
Ingway: *nods and goes to get some from the buffet table walks back to the table, pushes his highly illegible notes aside, and takes a bite...*
Terrill: How is it?
Ingway: ...
Terrill: Weelllll?
Ingway: *eats the rest wordlessly* ...
Terrill: ...... -goes back to the kitchen-
Ingway: *and when he's done he gets up to follow him*
Terrill: ... Why are you following me?
Ingway: I would like to watch your process.
Terrill: Of.. what?
Ingway: Cooking.
Terrill: I'm not going to cook! I'm done for now.
Ingway: ... The toast was very... tasty.
Terrill: -blinks at this and grins- Thanks.
Ingway: *blinks himself, his mouth slightly open as if in shock before he starts to speak* ... I... how long have you been doing this?
Terrill: -shrugs and counts on his fingers- I don't remember. Long time, before I got here.
Ingway: Ah. *seems to be looking around the kitchen now, taking note of the various utensils and the way he keeps it, and as he moves to examine the stove, he murmurs,* ... Why do you not wear shoes?
Terrill: -wiggles his toes and shrugs- I never did.
Ingway: Do you not like them?
Terrill: No, they bound my feet. Hurt them. Sides I like the floors here.
Ingway: Our area is kept clean. The patient floors are beginning to look better. Alphonse Colbert cleans them.
Terrill: -raises a brow- Who?
Ingway: He has been here for a few months now. *moves out of the kitchen, and within seconds returns with his clipboard, flipping rapidly to a picture of a scowling young man*
Terrill: Huh, he's got the face of a long term patient. Look at that scowl. He'll get wrinkles next year. -snort- He'll be an old man.
Ingway: *lets out a soft laugh* He worries too much. Young... but very old eyes.
Terrill: Poor boy, but that just makes me want to mess with him. .. <:
Ingway: What will you do?
Terrill: I don't know, I find something out. Maybe I should make a big mess.
Ingway: He will clean that.
Terrill: But he'll be annoyed!
Ingway: Of course.
Terrill: Good, I'll make a giant mess for him then.
Ingway: What would you get out of that?
Terrill: Seeing him frustrated C:
Ingway: *glances up at him, but then readjusts his papers* I see.
Terrill: -snickers- It's fun messing with them.
Ingway: *raises a brow slightly at this, but says nothing else, turning to go out and get some more food*
Terrill: Enjoy the food, Ingy surprised
Ingway: Thank you, Terrill... *and he takes his sweet time with it again*
Terrill: Just don't make so many noises.
Ingway: ... hm?
Terrill: You know, from eating my food!
Ingway: Oh. I am sorry.
Terrill: It's.. okay.
(And he doesn't make any noises, but he does look quite happy...)
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 7:58 pm
(From that day on, Ingway develops a routine; he stops by the staff kitchen for breakfast, makes some small talk with Terrill... he never says much, always observing more than anything. He comes by for lunch two days a week, just as quiet then, and normally skips dinner as he starts his night shift... This goes on peaceably for awhile, until one day Ingway suddenly appears for dinner,
going straight to find something particularly crunchy... and bites on it quite hard when he takes it back to a table)
Terrill: -he didn't seem to mind, tended to ramble on his own account each time Ingway came by, but today he had finished washing the dishes and raises a brow- What's up big boy.
Ingway:*stays quiet for awhile aside from crunching, almost as if he didn't hear him... but then he suddenly murmurs,* I saw a corpse today...
Terrill: -his brows raise- Oh?
Ingway:Yes...
Terrill: How?
Ingway:I was... starting my rounds... he was underneath a table.
Terrill: -shudders- That must be disturbing.
Ingway:It was. Various puncture wounds, so much blood... it was messy. I... tried to bury him. *holds up a hand helplessly, which is not covered by his gloves, for once...*
Terrill: How do you think that happened?
Ingway:I do not know. It might not have been Shu. I doubt she would leave so much blood. ... *quietly* I have... never seen a real human's corpse before.
Terrill: -shakes his head- You'll be seeing a lot here, Ing.
Ingway:*looks over at Terrill, a frown on his lips* Is it really that terrible here?
Terrill: Of course it is! They do experiments on us, that's the only reason they don't want us dead.
Ingway:... us?
Terrill: ... I meant the patients.
Ingway:*looks up at him, frowning softly* I came across something interesting in the patient files.
Terrill: -wipes his hands on some napkins, then moving to grab a plate of baked potatoes- Huh?
Ingway:You were listed as a 'promoted patient'.
Terrill: -cuts it in half and dabs some sour cream and butter onto it- Yes and?
Ingway:... nothing has changed?
Terrill: What, the experiments?
Ingway:Yes...
Terrill: No, -snorts- It never will.
Ingway:... *lets out a sigh* I see.
Terrill: -chewchewchew- Why are you here now - He's heading near the table and sits down in front of him.-"
(And Ingway lets out a gasp and quickly puts his hands up to cover his face. His mask is on the table with a napkin on it, as though he was wiping it.)
Terrill: -blinks and chews slowly- Should I go away for your private taime.
Ingway:... You... do not need to... I... I am sorry. I am... jumpy.
Terrill: Hey, look, I won't kill you. Not intentionally at least. Maybe by accident. From my food >:
Ingway:*peers at him, a small bit of garnet eyes visible between his fingers* Make sure you burn me. I do not want Anesha to know I died from an allergic reaction.
Terrill: ... -and he covers his mouth, bursting out with laughter-
Ingway:*seems to smile faintly, and he lowers his hands to the table*
Terrill: -had to turn around and ended up choking on some of the potato and spitting in on the floor- FAHAHA
Ingway:... Terrill, was it that funny?
Terrill: YES! -snortcough-
Ingway:*lets out a small, soft half-laugh, perhaps the most he ever allows himself to let out* I see. Try not to actually kill me for humor.
Terrill: -snickers and nods, moving to eat again- I won't. You know I've nver seen you without your mask.
Ingway:*now that his face is fully exposed, it's easier to see what his expressions really look like... and the almost envious way he watches him eat, and the faint flush on his cheeks* Not many people have.
Terrill: -he blinks at this and watches him now, stopping his chewing when he notices the expression, and tilts his head- Why?
Ingway:*hesitantly brings his large, thick-lashed eyes to his face* I... do not feel comfortable showing my face.
Terrill: -raises a brow and leans back in his seat- How come?
Ingway:I feel exposed. Vulnerable. *looks down* And... my heart is painted on my face, my mother used to say.
Terrill: Exposed and vulnerable!? Even with the mask you should feel like t-- -stares- Heart painted.. What does that mean?
Ingway:I am not good at hiding the feelings in my expressions. *glances back at him hesitantly, looking just as vulnerable as he claimed* The mask... obscures everything. And I feel safer when others cannot guess what I am thinking.
Terrill: -his brows raise and he lets out a noise, chewing once more on his food- ... I see.
Ingway: Am I... obvious to you, too?
Terrill: Well, -chew- You look scared.
Ingway: ... Why do you think I am scared?
Terrill: -shrugs- I don't know! Scared to be seen through, scared to be caught?
Ingway: *bites his lip very lightly before trying to smooth out his features, but his brows are clearly furrowed and he looks a little worried as he tries to clean his mask*
Terrill: -blinks- What did I hit it on the mark?
Ingway: ... yes.
Terrill: .... I was just guessin, dude.
Ingway: You are a talented guesser.
Terrill: .... I guess I am
Ingway: Was that supposed to be a pun?
Terrill: ..... maybe.
Ingway: You are a talented guesser, but terrible with puns.
Terrill: .... >:c -huffs and eats-
Ingway: *raises a brow* Unless you would like to prove me wrong?
Terrill: You're Fairy sexy, man <:
Ingway: ... I... think that would work better for Alphonse than me. *his wings flutter as if to make a point, but he looks like he's trying not to snort*
Terrill: You're like a fairy.
Ingway: How?
Terrill: You sparkle. -snorts-
Ingway: ... *stands up and moves to turn all the lights off*
Terrill: -blinks and watches this-
Ingway: *and when the room is dark... there seems to be a very faint red glow in various patterns* Look, I glow in the dark, too.
Terrill: Wow you are like a fairy. :D
Ingway: Do you think you can reach me from there?
Terrill: -reaches out a hand- I'm just siting aside from you.
Ingway: Mm, you were... *the faint red glow suddenly seems farther away, though...*
Terrill: ... What the -he blinks and stands up to follow the glowing-- but only to trip over a chair and hurriedly stand back up, cursing-
Ingway: Are you alright?
Terrill: Yes, but why did you turn off all the lights?!
Ingway: To show you that I glow. And maybe to do this.
Terrill: Do what!?
Ingway: Make you find me...~
Terrill: ..... I can see you, right there. -heads towards the glowing-
Ingway: Where? *stays still*
Terrill: -reaches out a hand to touch him- Here!
Terrill: ........ What the hell are you doing!? Oh my ******** god. I'm hallucinating this aren't I. -kicks the wall- I forget to take my meds ONE DAY AND THIS HAPPENS.
Ingway: *and he immediately stops laughing* ... Terrill, I am trying to play a game with you.
Terrill: -he seemed to be going hysterical until he hyperventilates- But how are you moving away so quickly!?
Ingway: *his voice sounds softer now, and closer when he calms down* I am very fast...
Terrill: -takes in a deep breath and looks around- C-could've mentioned that before!
Ingway: *chuckles slightly* I am sorry.
Terrill: -huffs and moves to try adn touch him again-
Ingway: *the glowing seems to be growing fainter...*
Terrill: -tries to run after him now- Could you move the chairs since you can apparentally see!?
Ingway: *and he does, with scraping noises to 'help'*
Terrill: ............. ARE YOU SURE I'M NOT IN A MOOD RIGHT NOW?
Ingway: Telekinesis, Terrill~
Terrill: ..o-oh.
Ingway: You should not bump into anything now though.
Terrill: Good. -sniffs and runs after him now-
Ingway: *and he tries to move evasively... but with the way Terrill is running, they probably crash into each other now.*
Terrill: -and he pins him down wiht a cackle- HAHAHAHA I GOT IT.
Ingway: *lets out a gasp, which turns into a slightly breathless laugh* Yes, you got me...
Terrill: -his face grows warm from this and he sits up- Good, I knew I could do it.
Ingway: Mmph... What if I just felt bad for you?
Terrill: -pats his chest- Everyone feels bad for me.
Ingway: *lets out a soft noise* ... You were tripping over chairs and thinking you were hallucinating. There was valid reason to.
Terrill: Oh shut up. -moves to stand up and dust himself off-
Ingway: *seems to laugh slightly again, and he moves to turn on the lights... and his hair looks a little disheveled*
Terrill: -You gotta comb your hair, latios man surprised
Ingway: Hm?
Terrill: It's all messy and what not
Ingway: ... Ah... *and tries to comb it out through his fingers; when he turns around, moving to the table as he does so, his face seems more flushed than earlier*
Terrill: -raises a brow as he moves there too- Running made you tired?
Ingway: No, not at all... Did it tire -you-?
Terrill: -shakes his head, combing his own hair- No way. But why's your face all red?
Ingway: ... *looks away quickly* Oh. I had not realized.
Terrill: What, What's wrong?! Allerfic reaction, is it hot in here--
Ingway: *quickly* No! No...
Terrill: then what's wrong?
Ingway: ... you were very close.
Terrill: ..And?
Ingway: I... liked it. *and he almost frantically reaches for his mask after that, hurrying to put it back on*
Terrill: -blinks at this- Oh.
Ingway: *after adjusting his mask, he turns to walk out* I should be returning to my rounds. Thank you for today, Terrill.
Terrill: Yeah, No problem Ingway?
Ingway: *rushes out now*
Terrill: *blinks more, but shrugs and moves to fix up the room*
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