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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 5:36 pm
Ofelia had become domestic.
It was a sad, sad state of affairs she had found herself in with the constant want to be in the kitchen but it was also a sad, sad state of affairs to find that the kitchen was where she felt the safest. No one really bothered her in the kitchen unless it was their turn to cook, and even then Ofelia quickly offering to make the meals usually sent them away.
Today was a sugar cookie day, seeing as she had lots of sugar and the strange desire to make shaped goods. A quick look around let her find cookie cutters (she didn't know who they belonged to) and not long after that she had a few cookies cooling on a tray while the others baked inside.
They came in different shapes, five to be exact: a sun, a moon, a cloud, a skull, and a cross. Sort of like the divisions, Ofelia supposed, and she idly nibbled at one as she waited for the chance to make frosting.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 2:19 pm
Wilson wanted cookies. He didn’t want just any cookie, though. He needed cookies that he had baked himself. It wasn’t that he was the greatest baker around, but he sort of needed them to apologize to a certain friend called Dakota Rainstar. Homemade cookies were more sincere and heartfelt, right?
And he just wanted some cookies for himself, too.
He had a recipe in his hand while he headed toward the kitchens. Wilson could bake and he cook, but for the most part if there were no instructions for him to follow he was rather clueless (except for French toast, he knew that one by heart). The trainee had expected the kitchens to be mostly empty, but instead there was the smell of cookies wafting through the doors once he stepped inside. Blinking, he turned toward Ofie. Wow. It had been a while since he’d last seen the redhead.
“Um…it was Ofie, right? Nice to see you after so long. How’ve you been?” He turned toward the tray of cookies. “Are the cookies yours?”
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 2:34 pm
Ofelia turned to greet the voice that entered, a moon-shaped cookie sticking half-in, half-out of her mouth. A confused and startled expression graced her freatures for a moment, but it faded as soon as she bit off whatever she had in her teeth and chewed. holding a finger up for Wilson to wait while she swallowed. "Mm, yeah, Ah'm Ofie. Yer Wilson, right? Good ta see ya as well, Ah'm doin' fine. Celebratin' a promotion or sommin', an' yeah them cookies are mine. Yer welcome ta have a few if ya wanna try 'em."
Sharing baked goods was a must, any person who worked in a kitchen had to know those facts, and the teen motioned to them as she went back to chewing on the one she'd been eating before. Bits of frosting were stuck to her fingers as she finished stirring something in a bowl, the color a faded blue. "Yer actually jus' in time ta help me ice 'em, if ya want."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:34 pm
The redhead held up a finger and he leaned back a bit, patiently waiting for the other trainee to finish chewing her cookie. “Yup! I’m glad you remember my name even though it’s been a while.” He smiled, his brows lifting and lips parting at the mention of a promotion. “Oh! You’ve been promoted? Congrats! I hope you like your new coat.” Wilson glanced down at his own coat. “Hopefully not tattered like mine.” First it was his trainee coat. Now his intermediate coat. Would his hunter coat be tattered too? Huh.
He cast a glance to the tray of cookies. “Really? Then I think I will.” His eyes widened when he took in the shapes of the cookies. An idea struck him and he called out to Ofie while he took a skull-shaped one. “Hey, do you still have that moon-shaped cookie cutter? I’d like to use it for some cookies I want to bake.” He nibbled on the sugar cookie and smiled, letting the sweet sugar melt in his mouth for a bit. “Oh, but I’ll make the cookies later. I’d love to help you ice them.” It wasn’t because Wilson really loved icing. That wasn’t it at all.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:40 pm
"The moon cutter? Yeah, s'over here. Ah'm not really done bakin' all Ah wanna bake, tryin' ta at least get a dozen'a each shape. Doesn' really help Ah'm eatin' like every two or three." A sheepish grin spread on her face, though it lasted but a second and was replaced with a more wolfish one. "Yer welcome ta use any leftover dough Ah got fer yer cookies, unless ya got a different type yer wantin' ta make. Ah really, really gotta learn ta work on portion control."
Ofelia learning portion control was like a blind person learning what colors were - it just didn't make sense.
"Also yeah, mah coat's doin' well fer now. Ah'm not really likin' how it feels, needs a bit more sweat, dirt, an' blood in it ta make it feel like mah old one. Part'a me wants ta jus' wear mah old one but Ah think that's a taboo thing ta do? Ah dunno." The teen turned and walked over to the fridge, her jacket swaying about her hips as she moved. She placed the bowl of blue frosting that she had inside and pulled out a yellow set and a black set, motioning for Wilson to come over and take one of them. "Ah made the blue last, we gotta give it like five minutes. Do ya know how ta put frostin' in a bag so it can be used as a squeeze toppin'?"
Here was to hoping!
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:17 pm
“Sweet. Thanks.” Wilson walked over to swipe the moon cutter. He grinned. “I hope you don’t mind if I take it now.” The trainee laughed as he leaned against the counter. The skull-shaped cookie was still in his hands, but it was only a matter of time until he finished eating the entire thing. “I don’t think that’s a bad thing. Cookies are meant to be eaten, after all,” he reasoned before taking another bite out of the cookie. At the mention of leftover dough, he turned toward said-dough and eyed it. It looked like he might have taken up her offer, but then Wilson shook his head. “Nah. I’d rather make my own from scratch, but thank you for the offer! These are sugar cookies, right?” He eyed the cookie in his hand. “Maybe I’ll make sugar cookies instead of the usual chocolate chip.”
“Well. As long as you didn’t make too little cookies, I don’t see what’s wrong with your portions.” Wilson grinned. One could never have too many cookies. “Hmmm.” He leaned over to examine Ofie’s coat a bit more. “Is that so? Well, a few more missions and I’m sure that problem will be fixed.” While she went over to the fridge, Wilson opted to hop onto the counter and lean over to swipe another skull-shaped cookie. “I think it’d be a shame to continue wearing your old jacket, though.” When she brandished the bowl of frosting, Wilson immediately locked his gaze onto it. Frosting.
He cocked his head at Ofie. “Well, you just pour it into a bag and cut off the tip, right?”
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:50 am
Ofelia grinned and shrugged at the request to take the cutter, indicating she didn't mind in the slightest. Another cookie had made it into her mouth, hence the lack of verbal response, but as soon as she swallowed she vocalized her approval and then moved on. Wilson's comment about her over-baking resulted in him getting a slap on the shoulder of thanks, maybe a punch in it too, and she motioned for him to grab one of the bags.
"Yup, yer right! Do ya have a color ya wanna do, or a specific group? Ah'd like ta frost the suns, seein' as Ah'm in the group, though we gotta do moons last 'cause the blue's settin' in the fridge. That leaves ya life, death, an' mist ta choose from." She had an idea for the sun ones, maybe she'd write the names of all the hunters she knew on them. The delight of taking a bite from them, crushing the people she currently disliked, would be amusing enough.
As an afterthought she spoke again. "An' yeah Ah guess yer right 'bout mah jacket. Jus' seems a bit sad ta see it go after all we been through tagether, yanno?"Syusaki i am sorry for the delay!
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:23 pm
“Thanks.” Wilson smiled and slid the cutter to a place on the counter; somewhere conspicuous so he would remember to pick it up afterwards. The slap on the shoulder was surprising, but it didn’t the hurt at least. He just laughed lightly before he nodded and grabbed one of the bags. Wilson shook his head. “No, I don’t have a particular group or color in mind.” Wilson nodded again and looked at the other batches of cookies. “Well, since you’re starting off with your own division I guess I’ll start with my own too, so death it is.”
He stared at the skull-shaped cookies as he tried to figure out how to decorate them. How do people decorate skull cookies? Wilson could draw faces on them, but doing that on all of the cookies seemed awfully dull. He hummed thoughtfully. Well, he would think of something eventually.
Wilson nodded his head sympathetically. “Yeah. I was pretty attached to my old jacket too, but this one isn’t so bad either. It has tears just like my old one,” he laughed. “And the new jacket represents how you’ve grown stronger over the months too, right? So don’t get too saddened about seeing your old jacket go. You can probably still keep it if you really want to.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:24 pm
As Wilson talked and as he moved Ofelia worked on decorating a few of the suns. She wrote her name on one of them, adding a few little designs there, and she placed a smiling face beneath it and a really crude doodle of Rue as far as she could remember. The cookies were huge, there was no reason for her to worry about space, so she could decorate as she pleased. Then came a cookie for Jerry, a cookie for Allan. . . .and then Wilson mentioned her jacket again.
"Hmm, s'good idea, maybe Ah can like. . . .recycle it somehow?" Reusing things wasn't really that bad of a idea once she thought about it. "Probably'll use mah old one fer like...bandages or sommin' since Ah always seem ta be gettin' torn up one way'a 'nother." The feeling of having her wounds tended to by her old jacket also brought a weird feeling of comfort. Of course she wasn't going to use only them, there was a whole need to use actual bandages and proper healing things, but as far as quick scrap covers that was always good.
She started decorating more of the cookies after speaking, smearing a bit of icing on Rep's name. Her heart did not break over that, and she rubbed the tip of her nose into her shoulder. "Whatcha do wit' yer old jacket? Didja jus' toss it inta the closet or sommin'?" Wilson said he seemed proud of it when he spoke so she doubted it - it was just that Ofelia was pretty bad at conversation at the moment.Syusaki ho crap sorry for taking so long to tag this
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 11:15 pm
He held the bag of icing carefully. In the end, Wilson had opted to draw faces on all of the skull-shaped cookies. He tilted his head as he stared at their uniformity. After a moment of thought, he made tiny scars on the cheeks of a few select cookies. Thin lips curled into a soft smile as he slowly began to add more to the cookies, from curly lines to freckles to whatever else he could think of that seemed suitable.
“Recycle?” His question ended there and he waited for Ofie to hopefully elaborate. Wilson furrowed his brows at her idea. “I guess recycling things is always good, but wouldn’t it be better to use fresh bandages?” He shrugged. “Your call, though.” Wilson carefully traced out a hat on one of the skulls. “You should be careful if you’re getting so ‘torn up.’ Since you’re a sun, it’s important for you to be careful and well, not die of anything serious.”
“My old one? It’s still in my closet, neatly folded and with the rest of my other things. I don’t take it out much anymore because there isn’t much use in wearing it now,” answered the death trainee. Satisfied with his work, he put down the bag of icing and leaned against the counter. “Finished with the sun ones yet? I can do some of the other ones if you want. I guess either the cross ones or cloud ones?” Wilson thoughtfully stared at the cloud cookies. “Is that mist?”
[[ No prob! Sorry for the slight delay >w>;; ]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 7:10 pm
"The clouds are mist, yeah. Was kinda hard ta f'gur what ta use ta make 'em seein' as there's not much to represent mist out there. All the others were pretty easy." Picking out the cookie cutters had actually been the hardest thing of all when it came to this little venture mostly because it really was difficult to decide what would work best to represent what. Clouds for mist most certainly were all she really had as options. "As fer bein' done, not quite. Ah'm tryin' ta 'member all mah squadies Ah've met so far an' then maybe a few Ah know from name? Ah'm sure there's gotta be more suns out there than jus' the handful Ah've seen."
Ofelia probably didn't grasp that the only people she'd really ever seen where the trainees and maybe once or twice full fledged hunters. Other than that everyone was gone and for the most part Deus Ex seemed empty. It was a bit sad, really. While still working the thought of the clouds finally clicked and Ofelia turned to Wilson.
"Ya can do the crosses though if ya wanna, they're life. Ya can use the yella or. . . .uh...maybe mix an' match? Ah really dun think anyone is gonna wanna eat these other than me an' ya so decoratin' like this is sommin' of a vanity project." Sometimes she knew awesome vocabulary, go Ofelia. "Set aside the cookies ya've done on that paper over there so we dun end up smooshin' 'em on accident." She motioned with a frosting tipped finger towards a paper bag that had been cut in half and spread out on one of the counter tops.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 5:31 pm
Wilson nodded his head. “That makes sense. Mist doesn’t have a solid shape, so I think clouds are a good substitute. Ah, all of the sunnies, huh? There’s quite a lot of hunters on and off the island, so that’s understandable. Who do you have so far? Maybe I can help with a few names.”
Crosses for life, huh? It didn’t make much sense to him at first, but as he leaned over to stare at the cookies, Wilson remembered the life division weren’t just the techies, but also helped with first aid as well. The cross made more sense to him and he nodded. “Sure. I’ll just go use the yellow since that one is already ready.” He laughed as he took the icing bag and began to draw polka dots on a specific cookie. “Decorating can be fun. Plus it’s nice to do something easy and simple like this once in a while.”
“Oh. Right.” Wilson put down the icing and slid the tray of skull cookies across the counter before he placed it on top of the paper. “You said you’re putting names on the sun cookies? Do you want to do that for the other ones?” He paused and then grinned sheepishly. “I guess I should have asked that before I finished decorating the death ones. Sorry.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 11:14 am
"Um...lessee.....Ah gots me, Bix, Rep, Jordan, an' . . Jerry. Oh, also Allan an' Simon - do yanno any others?" She was counting them off on her fingers as she went, trying really hard to list. "An' ya dun have ta add names if ya dun wanna, s'kinda up ta ya ta personalize them however." The teen grinned. "S'what makes cookies an' bakin' fer others special, yeah?" It was funny, she was making all these but there was no way anyone would want to take them from her. Maybe Wilson would eat a few before he left? He didn't seem to think she was crazy like everyone else seemed to do.
She continued to work, adding a few final flourishes here and there, and she looked over to Wilson. "Yanno, ya never need ta say yer sorry ta me. Makes me feel like Ah did sommin' wrong, or like. . . ya feel that ya did sommin' wrong. In all purpose Ah came here after ya an' so yer rankin' 'bove me, right?" that wasn't what she meant to say. "Actually, there are few people here Ah know and even fewer'a them will talk ta me. So . . "
Whelp, not what she meant to say either.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 4:23 pm
Wilson leaned back and crossed his arms while he tried to summon any other names. “I know there’s Tedan, but I haven’t seen that guy in a long time. He’s a couple dorms down from mine, though.” He closed his eyes and lightly knocked the side of his head. “Let’s see, one time I met a Jeremy and I also know there’s Kat, but I haven’t seen them in a while either. They’re all in sun, though.”
He grinned and nodded his head. “True.” Wilson turned around to refocus on icing the cookies. Once the bag of icing was back in his hands, he began to create polka dots and stripes on one of the cross-shaped cookies. “What?” He looked up and craned his neck toward Ofie. “Oh! Haha, sorr—I mean, well, it’s just natural for me to apologize in certain situations.” Wilson shrugged at the redhead before turning back toward his own batch of cookies. “That’s true, but I don’t like paying attention to rank unless I have to. I like to treat people normally, you know?”
His back was turned toward her when he frowned. “You shouldn’t say that, Ofie. I’m sure there’re plenty of people that want to talk to you, you just haven’t had the chance to meet them yet.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 10:49 pm
Ofelia raised her good eyebrow (which was the one above an actual eye, not the socket) at Wilson's comment about people wanting to talk to her and actually meet her. Seeing as her stream of meetings with people hadn't seemed to be working well for her as of late she was skeptical but still willing to believe he was right. It was more or less her nature to try and stay positive anyway even if she wasn't really an optimist - it was just easier to keep a smile going. Or grin rather, as she didn't really smile.
. . . . that was something to think over, why she didn't smile. Hmmm.
"Ah think Ah've met Tedan once. Maybe" The conversation was continued since she didn't realize she'd been silent for a bit. "An' Ah dunno a Jeremy or a Kat, but Ah'll add their names it to anyway. No harm no foul in makin' lots'a cookies, right?" Everyone loved cookies.
Everyone didn't like silence though, so what could she say now? Talking about stuff at Deus was weird. "So...uh...tell me more 'bout yerself? Ah think we barely got ta see one 'nother's weapons, an' Ah hardly know anythin' 'bout ya other than yer name." Phew, that should help.
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