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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 5:04 pm
Things had been relatively calm since the warehouse and the second rift... issue. Jarosite hadn't done much, trying to rest up to his potential and not end up dead or worse. But, on the whole, his patrols were quiet. Almost boring levels, to be honest.
Alright, Jarosite was antsy. Bored even. He glared down the alleyways; there wasn't even a homeless dude to drain or put out of his misery. An order signature blipped up on his radar and he thanked Metallia. Finally some fun. He persued it hoping it was a senshi.
He was sorely disappointed.
Ugh a knight. One covered in fur and... purple. He did seem about the same level as Jarosite when he was this close to him. But the other wise looked unassuming.
"Great... a knight. Just when I thought it would be fun..." he muttered with a sigh. Well one less knight meant one less threat. He guessed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 5:31 pm
Whisler had been at cooking school, and boy had he been busy today. They had been working on recipes involving lobster, and he had a bag full of wonderful creations. He had been hoping to go and surprise Anella with the food, still really wanting to win the girl away from her…uh. Girlfriend. Because that sounded like the best thing to do. And clearly with that pretty lady, food was the way to her heart.
He hadn’t been paying any attention to where he was going, so when the voice of the negaverse captain spoke, the squire jumped half a foot into the air. “Oh jeeze.”
The blonde reached up, rubbing the back of his head. “What’s the deal with sneaking up on someone like that? You shouldn’t do something like that if you want to make friends.” He chuckled. “So uh…nice outfit you have there. I like the blue. You’re quite a blue guy. Da ba dee…and all that jazz. So um. What brings you here today? Just out for a walk?”
Seriously. He hoped the guy was just out for a walk. He was far too full to fight. Lobster was too tasty to resist.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 5:43 pm
"Are all... knights this... naive?" Jarosite muttered very outloud. He stared at the squire with confusion in his eyes. He had to be... a newish knight. Or something. Pages were this clueless. Squires? Squires usually shaped up by then. Normally. There was always the slow learners.
Maybe this one was a slow learner.
He also was from a planet Jarosite didn't recognize. That had to be part of the issue, clearly. Be a knight of a no name planet clearly lead to being naive about the war and the danger they were in. Obviously.
He composed himself with a sigh. His entire groove was interrupted now, and Jarosite had no desire to do more than punch the squire in the face. For his own stupidity.
"It's what I do. I'm an officer of the Negaverse, of course I sneak up on people. If you were paying attention, you would have sensed me a good few blocks away. " He rubbed his temples. Ugh, this wasn't fun at all. The squire wasn't even worth it. Might as well knock him out and move on.
"You seem a bit slow on the uptake so let me help." Which he did. By throwing his fist into the squire's face, hoping to catch him in the temple and be done with it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 6:05 pm
Are all knights this naïve…no they weren’t all this naïve…but when you were full, and getting sleepy…not to mention just plain…not ready for confrontation. “Hey, hey. Nobody’s naïve. Not at all…and as an officer of the Negaverse…you don’t have to sneak up on people, though I guess it helps when the person you’re sneaking up on is off in his own little world.”
He gave a chuckle and blinked, finally seeing a fist moving up towards him. It collided with his cheek and Whisler hissed, stumbling backwards. “What the ******** hell?”
His hand flew up, massaging the spot that Jarosite hit and he looked at the blue haired captain, with an expression of disgust and confusion. “I didn’t even do anything to you. Seriously man.”
The Squire hesitated, still holding on to his bag. Slowly he put a hand into it, grabbing one of the lobster rolls from its wrapper.
“You realize that punching someone in the face is the exact opposite of classy. Maybe you’re just a crabby as hell hungry guy.” He threw his own punch now, aiming the lobster roll right for Jarosite’s mouth. “Now shut your face and eat. Jesus.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 6:13 pm
Damn he missed. At least the squire was shaping up to be smarter than he thought originally. "Technically your existence means I have to attack you. You are of the White Moon and not of Chaos and thus technically my enemy. " Which was true, technically. And yes it wasn't very classy to just punch someone out of the blue, but he really didn't want to get chewed out, again for simpathysizing with the enemy.
"What planet are you fr---" Suddenly, there was lobster roll in his face and mouth. He caught it as half of it slid off of his face, and blinked. He threw.... food at him. The hell?
Jarosite chewed and then blinked down at the half of the roll in his hands. He didn't even really like lobster but this was amazing. The Captain took another bite and looked up at the squire.
"Where did you get these?" he said in mild shock. "They're amazing."
You're a different person when you're hungry.
Grab a lobster roll.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 6:44 pm
Whisler rolled his eyes. “Well. I’m from Polaris, if you must know. And the lobster rolls, I made them. I’m a pretty great chef. Most of the time.” He grinned. “I’m glad you like them. That makes me feel pretty darn faboo.”
He took a step back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Here. If you want.” He gently slid the bag towards Jarosite and shrugged. “You can have the rest if you want. There’s quite a few lobster dishes in there. Enjoy. Just don’t punch me anymore. Deal?”
He thought it was a good deal, at least. Eating his cooking was far better than punching him in the face. Seriously.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 5:19 pm
Jarosite blinked and looked around hastily. He reached out and grabbed the bag, then dragged Whisler into an alcove close by and hiked his color up around his face. This was going to probably get him killed or reprimanded (Zinkenite always knew) but he didn't care at this point. He was terrible at cooking, terrible, and this kid was a freaking genius at it.
He was a knight but Jarosite didn't really have qualms about that. He only hated Themiscyra and her little jedi follower. The rest of them, eh, whatever. (It had never really occurred to him that they ran on the same 'energy' source.) He glanced around again, then rubbed his neck.
"Can you... can you teach me how you cook so well? I'd really like to be able to cook for my girlfriend and... I suck. I swear, I won't punch you or attack you. It'll be like a truce, kay? I can't exactly save you in front of other officers but if you get tackled into a ditch or behind a wall, take it as me saving you...? Maybe?" His cheeks flushed a little at admitting his failure at making good food. He could make mac and cheese. And sandwiches. He didn't have the money for fancy resturants so that's what he was stuck with.
It would be wonderful to have better skills.
He filed the Polaris information away in his mind for later.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 3:23 pm
Whisler blinked for a few long moments, then shrugged. “I mean. I guess I can try to teach you.” He rubbed at his head and gave a little sigh. “I mean. Truthfully, I don’t see why I should. You go around punching people you don’t even know and then you expect them to give you favors?”
He had been all right with the punch at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized, rather bitterly that he was probably going to get a bruise on his beautiful face from it, and that was just a super no-no.
Slowly, the squire raised a hand, giving Jarosite a good smack across the face just to make himself feel better. “And after that, sure. I’ll try to teach you. I’ll get some simple recipes together, and I’ll meet you back here in a week to give you them. Then you can practice making them, and bring them to me to taste. Also, if you want a good cooking school, I’d recommend the one down on Baker street, I used to go there, and I learned a lot from them. They’re wonderful with making sure to give you the basics.”
The squire shrugged. “I mean. I hope you can impress your girlfriend and all, but seriously. If I’m going to do this, watch your attitude, and at least see if the person you’re hitting deserves it, all right? If you ever touch me again, I swear I’ll kick you so hard you’ll never get the chance to make the babies with her.”
Whisler gave a little grin. “Though, I’ll make sure one of the recipes I give you will almost guarantee that you’ll get to do the baby making deed when she eats it.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 2:31 pm
Alright. He deserved the smack. He had been a jerk. To a knight no less. Jarosite really didn't have issues with knights, just what they ran off of. So really, the smack was fair. He couldn't quite promise never touching Whisler again, but at least he could do his best ot try not to. For the food.
And the idea of sex afterwards the food with his girl.
Alright mostly the idea for that.
"I won't touch you again. But, thanks. I know it really ain't okay to do this, but I swear no one in the Negaverse knows the art of cooking. Just eating starseeds and man you can't sustain yourself on that stuff," he gave a small smile in return to the Squire.
'A'right what're we startin' with?" Apparently he wanted the recipes now. "Or uh, we are we meeting again for this?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 4:50 pm
Whisler nodded, seeming terribly pleased with himself. “We’ll meet here next week. Same time. Same place. I’ll have the recipes then. I think I’ll start with dessert for you first. Girls love sweets, especially if she gets mad at you. There’s nothing better than to surprise an angry girlfriend than with a beautiful chocolate cake with raspberry filling…so…so I’ll make sure to get you a ton of recipes…but until then, like I said, check out that cooking school, and stock up on things so you can practice. I’ll see you this time next week. Promise.”
He gave a little smile and waved, turning and getting the hell out of there. He hadn’t intended to leave quite so quickly, but sometimes it was just easier to leave. He would get a ton of recipes for the poor kid though. He hadn’t been lying about it.
Maybe, just maybe food really would be able to change the mind and maybe even the heart of the Negaverse agent that seemed so eager to learn to cook. Maybe indeed.
Only time would tell though. Only time would tell.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 5:03 pm
Jarosite glanced around before watching the squire slink away. It was a great plan, if going against the whole "destroy the White Moon" thing but his relationship was at stake here! Besides, happy Corrupt Eternal meant happy life. It was all better that this was happening, yes yes.
For the glory of Metallia and his girlfriend he would learn how to cook wonderful food. Oh yes.
The Captain slinked off into the shadow, ready for his lessons.
[Fin]
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