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 Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2016 8:42 am
WHO: Lazarus + Rhedefre WHEN: Two weeks after Saving YouWHERE: Vermillion Bakery WEATHER: Slightly cloudy and windy
Walking, it was still a strange sensation. Lazarus stared down at the sneakers he was wearing, they're brand new. Although the weather isn't really helping as it had a short shower earlier that day, and the ground is slightly wet. There were splatters of mud on the pristine white edges of the shoes already. The now Valsaros doesn't really care though, he was more preoccupied about watching where he was stepping. He found himself doing it a lot when he had to start learning how to walk.
Two weeks had passed since he was rescued from the mausoleum, and he had learnt how to walk in the past five days. Thankfully, his legs grew with all the muscles where they're supposed to be, unlike Kyou who had to grow his again. So learning to walk was a fairly easy task for him, although he still lacked the stamina in them to walk too far. Thankfully his destination is fairly easy to reach by bus.
He was dressed in a loose grey hoodie, the wounds on his back had closed and there is no longer risk of them opening again. Although it still hurts like a ********, hence the comfort clothes. He winced from the pain in his back as he craned his head up to look at the sign on the shop lot. "Vermillion Bakery", it read. This is the place. He was ashamed to admit it, but it was his first time visiting this bakery. However, he has a very specific purpose for visiting.
Putting his hand on the handle, he pushed the door open and stepped in.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2016 9:02 pm
In the bakery, it was all still autumn and gearing up for Thanksgiving, with all manners of treats ready for those still enjoying the tastes of the season. Chestnut, pumpkin, apple and rich chocolate reigned as the dominant flavors and scents, the warmth and spice of the season not yet ready to give way to winter.
The bakery had several patrons within, enjoying cocoas and teas and coffees and treats at the few bistro tables inside. There was the quiet noise of conversation below the quiet, relaxing music being played to set the mood. Behind the counter, drying off a set of mugs, was Cesc, wearing a long-sleeved grey raglan tee and a black apron, clearly on the clock but not terribly busy.
As the bell at the door jingled, he looked up, and as he saw Lazarus, he broke into a smile.
"Laz! Hey!" he greeted warmly, setting down the mug he'd been working on.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2016 9:05 am
The first thing that struck Lazarus as he entered was the lovely smell. Cinnamon, coffee, butter, and fresh pastry, all warm smells of the fall season. It was so lovely.
He drew in a deep breath, savoring the lovely scent before hearing Cesc calling for him. "Hey!" He raised his arm to wave at the stag, but in turn strained his back and he winced at the pain briefly. Still, he smiled as he walked over to the Sigel, his gait not exactly steady yet, but good enough.
Lazarus stopped at the counter as he looked over it at Cesc. "I've been meaning to visit since I woke up, to come see you." He spoke, sounding a little nervous. It was awkward talking over the counter like this for one. "Ah, I guess I should order something first eh?" The Valsaros laughed softly, nervous even. "Uhm... perhaps a hot latte for me?" It does smell wonderful, as he glanced a patron enjoying her cup just now with a satisfied smile. Plus it is a little chilly outside, so this would warm his body up.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 8:28 pm
Cesc's smile was warm as Lazarus spoke, but there was something in his eyes that was concerned--he couldn't help himself as the new Valsaros approached, trying hard to discern if all was well with him. The last time he'd seen Lazarus, well...
... things hadn't gone so well for him then.
But, aside from the slight unsteadiness of Lazarus' walk, he seemed to be alright. Nothing in his bearing otherwise showed any evidence of his trauma. Cesc's shoulders relaxed slightly as he took Lazarus' order. "It's nice of you to come by! Are you staying in for a bit? I'll make myself a latte and sit with you if you like." Cesc spoke over his shoulder as he took two mugs and began to work. At the other end of the counter was a young part-time worker pecking at the register, who, despite her age seemed capable enough to man the area while Cesc took a break.
After finishing the lattes, Cesc floated around the counter with both mugs and gestured to an empty table. "It's good to see you up and about! How are you feeling?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 8:21 am
"Yeah I would love that." Lazarus smiled and nodded as Cesc went off to brew the lattes. He took a few steps back, admiring the pastry displays on the counter and in the large glass fridge. Perhaps he could get a few cakes back for Kyou after this, the Valsaros thought. The chocolate raspberry mousse cake and pumpkin caramel pie looks really good.
When Cesc came around, he smiled and straighten his back, wincing a little as he felt some pain. But steadfastly he followed the Sigel to a table away from the other patrons. He pulled the chair and took a seat across from Cesc, his back stiff and awkward as he tried to figure out if he should lean back or not. In the end settled with leaning forwards with his arms crossed in front of him, his elbows settled on the table.
"Ah, I'm quite sure you know how I feel." He chuckled sheepishly. "I've probably been making a lot of weird faces like wincing and frowning. My back... still hurts like a ********. Pardon the language." Laughing softly, he added a teaspoon of sugar into his latte as he stirred idly.
"But I came here really... to thank you." Red eyes stared unwavering and sincerely at the Sigel across from him. "Jeremy told me what you did when I woke up, that it was you who found me. I am.. eternally grateful. Thank you." His voice was steady, honest.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2016 7:25 pm
"Don't worry about the language," said Cesc with a faint smile, sliding into the opposite chair. "I promise I've heard worse from Shep when he burns himself on the steamer. Besides, like he says, some pain deserves the swearing, ah? And I'm sure..." he trailed off then, but the mild helplessness in his faded smile spoke for him. He knew what kind of pain the poor Valsaros had to be in.
He paused then, and his smile faded still more until it disappeared. His expression became earnest, and his lips tensed back, and for a moment his eyes dropped. Cesc was keenly aware of Lazarus' gratitude and it made him uncomfortable, unsure of how to accept it gratefully and graciously.
"It--yeah," the stag began, then shook his head. "It feels really weird to say something like 'you're welcome.' But really, I'm really glad and really relieved that I was able to help. I really am. And I can't tell you how happy I am to see you on your feet--or, really, with feet at all!"
He smiled again then, lifting his gaze. "You've been through a lot, but I'm glad you're on the mend." He paused, then let out a faint laugh. "Or that we're the same blood type!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 7:51 am
Lazarus know he was making the atmosphere a little uncomfortable, it was only natural. He felt a little embarrassed too after he said those words out loud. They sounded so much better in his brain! Lifting the cup of coffee up to his lips, he took a sip to settle his nerves.
The tension seemed to relieved itself when Cesc spoke, which relaxed the Valsaros a bit. "Yeah." Lazarus chuckled softly. "It does give a new meaning to 'back on my feet' huh?" It was amusing to him, he didn't even thought about the word pun until now. Perhaps everyone in the Lab was just too worried to make jokes. Which was a bummer. "It still feels weird and alien, being on my feet I mean." He tapped the front tip of his shoes against the floor gently.
Lazarus chuckled again when Cesc mentioned about their blood type. It's a funny yet interesting thing really. "Yeah, I heard about that too. Just because we're roughly made of the same stuff, physically I mean, so we all share the same blood type." He remembered when he had to donate blood to Rivener once a long time ago. "Do you know that I can gain some of your powers when you gave me blood?" Lazarus said, looking amused as he recalled the last few days. "I seemed to have a natural knack to find missing things since I woke up. It's nothing too great really, like finding Jeremy's missing pen on the floor under my bed, or easily spotting Kyou's documents among his junk pile. The power should be wearing off by now."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 10:50 pm
Cesc's shoulders relaxed as the tension in the air began to dissipate. It was nice that Lazarus could joke about his situation such as it was; after all, he had managed to get out, to survive--more than that, to thrive and grow. That was the important thing to focus on, Cesc thought, now that Lazarus was back out and about. Not too worse for the wear, either.
Well, other than his lack of wings, of course.
"Does it?" said Cesc with some interest. "I don't wonder. It was weird enough waking up with a stomach... waking up with legs, I can't imagine just yet."
As Lazarus began to expound on their shared physicality--as well as what he'd garnered from the stag's blood transfusion--Rhedefre listened in rapt attention, his eyes rounding slightly. He leaned back, mouth curled upward, lips parted, impressed. "That's unbelievable. I can't believe you can actually share powers like that! It's a pretty handy ability, right?"
He grinned broadly. "But all the same, here's to hoping you won't need to have it again. He lifted his mug, like a toast.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 9:02 am
Lazarus had to laugh at Cesc's comment. "Yeah, sharing and experiencing new powers are fun and all, but definitely let's not do that again." As the prelude that leads to that is usually quite unpleasant. Lifting his own mug, he went ahead and clinked it against the stag's like how one would clink beer mugs together, before taking a long sip. It is a nice feeling, the feeling of warm liquid flowing down into his stomach in the cooling fall weather.
"Oh yeah." Lazarus suddenly remembered something that he had wanted to ask Cesc. "I'm not quite sure this is a power of your's, or if it's just a trait." He smiled, seemingly a little embarrassed about what he's going to say next. "The other day when I sneezed, there were some... something glowing that came out. It wasn't anything physical, not glowing mucous eew..." The Valsaros made a face at his own disgusting comment. "But like... I guess the most apt description is it looks like a sparkle?" Lazarus looked at Cesc curiously, is that something that he had to deal with?
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